[What there is to learn, Padmé wishes to. Of course she does realize that is she wants a bit more in depth when it comes to things of a political nature, she may well have to turn to someone other than Anakin. His dislike for politicians has never been a secret, and there have been times when she has been amused that in the end, he would marry one. Yet, just like when he returned in to her life after her ship had been blown, she knows that he has never looked at her by her station. He hasn't thought what can she do for me and what can I get from her? No. That had startled her, as he had looked at her like a woman and not a political figure.
Even for him though it is a rather lacking answer. The rest is complicated. It doesn't tell her anything, aside from the fact that it is complicated, but as Padmé looks to him, those questions are banished. He knows something, although he doesn't know his role in her death. That much is clear, yet there is something that weighs upon him.
Times, as much as Padmé hates to admit it, has lost most of it's meaning to her. There are no meeting to attend, to bills to amend. Whatever duties she has had are no more. The Republic she serves, is no more.]
I'm here now, my love. We both are. Whatever comes our way, we'll meet it, together.
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Even for him though it is a rather lacking answer. The rest is complicated. It doesn't tell her anything, aside from the fact that it is complicated, but as Padmé looks to him, those questions are banished. He knows something, although he doesn't know his role in her death. That much is clear, yet there is something that weighs upon him.
Times, as much as Padmé hates to admit it, has lost most of it's meaning to her. There are no meeting to attend, to bills to amend. Whatever duties she has had are no more. The Republic she serves, is no more.]
I'm here now, my love. We both are. Whatever comes our way, we'll meet it, together.