"You're going to kill him, aren't you?"
Icy blue eyes seemed to bore a hole into her. "I must know."
"I can't. I won't."
Obi-Wan stood up and moved from the couch to the threshold. "Anakin is the father, isn't he?" He asked, mentioning the Senator's growing midsection.
Padmé refused to look at him. He could figure out for himself, but she would never admit it.
"I'm so sorry," Obi-Wan admitted truthfully, knowing that Anakin had to be killed before he carried out more of Darth Sidious's evil plans. He started to cross towards his small ship, but Padmé stopped him.
"Wait." She stood as well, still not making eye contact. "Promise me you won't kill him."
Obi-Wan chose his words carefully as he made his way back to Padmé. "You know that I must do what I have to. But I don't want to see him hurt any more than you do, Padmé. The only promise I can make is to put it off as long as I can." He took her small hands.
The callouses on his hands were prominent against her smooth ones. She shivered at the touch, but still refused to look up. "I know. I just- there's still good in him, still a light, and I feel it, Obi-Wan, I do!" She finally looked up, tears almost overflowing their boundaries. "It's still there, after all these years, all this time, all these- these changes."
"I wish there was a light. Truly, I do. But he has turned to the Dark Side, and there is nothing left for the Jedi to do. These are orders I cannot ignore, Padmé." He looked into her eyes, bending down to catch them, as her head was bent.
"No! It's there! I feel it!" She pulled away from him.
Obi-Wan's voice began to rise. "That light was put out when he crossed over, when he knelt and pledged his allegiance to Darth Sidious!" He almost lost it, but reminded himself to be gentle with her.
"I don't believe it. How can you say this about him?" She turned back towards him.
"I loved him like a brother, Padmé. He was my apprentice." He lowered his voice.
"He is my husband." There was a flash of anger in her eyes, but they softened almost immediately.
"Then we both knew him equally well," Obi-Wan whispered, stroking a loose strand of dark, curly hair out of her tear-streaked face.
"You can't kill him," she whimpered helplessly.
"Maybe not, but I have to. You know this, Padmé. Please, Senator, I'm begging you: tell me where he's at."
Padmé looked at him, staring right into his eyes, which he immediately wanted to avert, but didn't. "Mustafar. He told me that's where he was to meet the Chancellor."
"Thank you," Obi-Wan breathed. "I must not waste any time." He started off after thanking her once again.
"Wait. You're not going alone," Padmé called after him, just as he reached the threshold.
"I won't allow you to tag along," Obi-Wan informed her seriously.
"Why not?" She placed her hands on his hips defiantly.
"Mustafar is no place for a woman like you. Stay here, take care of yourself. I will return as soon as I can." He turned to leave again.
"If you're going to kill him, at least- at least just let me go. Let me see him one last time."
"I can't let you go there."
"He will never be here to help me raise our child! He won't even be here when it's born! I'm going, with or without your blessing!" Padmé exclaimed definitively.
He only sighed. "I know I cannot ultimately stop you, but I would rather you not come at all. Do you know why?"
"Of course I do. You've only ever wanted the best for me." She began to cross the room towards him. "And I thank you for all the times you've had my best interest in mind." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "But I have to go."
He sighed again. "I understand."
"We'll go in my ship."
"Only if you're comfortable."
She leaned in and kissed his cheek lightly, then led him to the large silver ship, loading the droids C-3PO and R2-D2 on as well.