Padme looked up at Luke. Her face immediately paled, her eyes watered, and her jaw dropped.

"Are you alright, Mom?" asked Luke.

"I...I just...I'm fine."

She lay nightly in bed, fighting off tears. Why had he had to be the hero? Why had HE had to take the shot, had to die and leave her? She fingered her japor snippet, one that Anakin, her Anakin, had given to her as a child. She had hid it from Luke and Leia. They hadn't known him. They hadn't lost their love. And they certainly didn't still feel like a hole was deep inside of them and never going to be filled again.

But seeing Luke in Anakin's old Jedi clothes, seeing him looking exactly like Anakin had when they first fell in love, just hurt too much to hide.