In the midst of war and secrets, Padmé and Anakin had left very little of themselves in the universe.
The droid who had loyally accompanied Anakin- and Obi Wan- across the universe, across countless battles. A droid she had given him.
The droid Anakin lovingly, carefully built as a child- a symbol of his innocence. A symbol of what he could have been if left alone. A droid he had given her.
Their son.
Their daughter.
All four had started anew- the droids' memories wiped, the children's histories re-written- and scattered across the known galaxy. Yet here all four of them were, on his doorstep, all in one day.
This day alone was the reason the Force had allowed him to survive the past two decades.