“It’s only that—well, I’ve been a bit worried about him. I was hoping he may have talked to you.”
“Why would he talk to me about—” She favored him with her best friendly-but-skeptical smile. “—Jedi business?”
“Senator—Padme. Please.” He gazed into her eyes with nothing on his face but compassion and fatigued anxiety.
“I am not blind, Padme. Though I have tried to be, for Anakin’s sake. And for yours.”
“What do you mean?”
“Neither of you is very good at hiding feelings, either.”
“Anakin has loved you since the day you met, in that horrible junk shop on Tatooine. He’s never tried to hide it, though we do not speak of it. We… pretend that I don’t know. And I was happy to because it made him happy. You made him happy when nothing else truly could.” He sighed, his brows drawing together. “And you, Padme, skilled as you are on the Senate floor, cannot hide the light that comes to your eyes when anyone so much as mentions his name.”
I had a dream my life would be…
So different from this hell I’m living
this is your daily friendly reminder that obi wan
– had a panic attack when he recieved the news of the attack on the temple, not only bc of all the jedi killed but because he thought anakin was one of them
– cried when he saw the recording of anakin slaughtering the jedi
– cried when padme died
You must use this precious silver to become an honest man.