[He wants to say that this is the way it should be, and while that holds true in many respects (the openness they've never been allowed, for instance), there are too many ways in which this isn't right at all. Her fear and the implications therein. Their once-again separated children--grown children.]
Us?
[He stops short, eyes wide once again with worry. Is this--is she--leaving?]
Padmé, I...if you'd just...if I could, I...I didn't mean--
[Every justification, excuse, and even warning tries to come out at once, desperate and more than a little pathetic, but he would grovel a thousand times over if he had to. He deserves to. He can't think straight with that fear latching onto his paranoia, and lingering guilt over everything Leia has told him.]
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Us?
[He stops short, eyes wide once again with worry. Is this--is she--leaving?]
Padmé, I...if you'd just...if I could, I...I didn't mean--
[Every justification, excuse, and even warning tries to come out at once, desperate and more than a little pathetic, but he would grovel a thousand times over if he had to. He deserves to. He can't think straight with that fear latching onto his paranoia, and lingering guilt over everything Leia has told him.]
If it's better that I leave--
[Can I do it? He'll have to.
He wouldn't.]