Sorry it took so long. I've been ill so I haven't been on. The joke was the type of ship Padme was describing is the same type as the Millennium Falcon.

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"Want to talk about it?"

"Would it matter if I said no?"

Sabe handed her a cup of coffee and smiled, "Of course not."

"Didn't think so," Padme smiled ruefully, sipping at the steaming coffee.

"So, come on."

Padme sighed. "I don't know. It's just.I'm supposed to be taking the twins up to be taking the twins up to see him tomorrow and I just.I'm not sure why but."

"A part of you doesn't want to." Sabe said gently.

"Yes." Padme rubbed her eyes. "It's just that it's hard for me.seeing him.like this. I don't know how they'll react. I'm not sure I want to let them see." Her eyes were starting to water, tears turning her eyes glassy, threatening to erupt. "They're my babies, Sabe. Our babies. I don't want them to be upset." Her voice started to break. "I know I need to be strong for this, but I don't know how!"

Sabe reached a tissue to her, and put her hand on her arm. "That's normal. It's what's supposed to happen." She grinned slightly. "Then again, what about this little family is normal?"

Padme laughed shortly, with tears coming through her voice. "I feel like if I start to get upset now, I'll crumble into a blubbering mess. I have speeches to write, children to take care of, a family I barely see and a husband who's not unalike to a time bomb."

Sabe smiled a little. "Feel any better?"

Padme smiled too, this time genuinely. "Much, thank you."

"I know just what will cheer you up! Those kids able to go out?"

Padme looked at her, drying the tears from her eyes. "I guess so. Why?"

"Because we are doing what all girls must do when they are upset. We're going shopping!"

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"How's he doing?"

The healer sighed. "Good, considering. I imagine letting it out, as it were, gave him a sense of release."

"And that's a good thing." Obi-Wan stated uncertainly.

"It is," the young healer replied, "And he seems to be responding well to this."

"This?"

"Writing. And drawing. Just creativity in general, it does patients with .psychological problems to get how they feel out in a way they're comfortable with. He's been writing for the last few minutes at least. This helps us see how they're feeling and we can act accordingly."

"Like signs?"

She nodded. "Kind of, more like an interpretation of how they feel. It is greatly helpful."

Obi-Wan nodded; half understanding at least, which to be fair is more than usual with the usual technical jargon that healers have a tendency to use.

"I'd like to see him."

The healer nodded, "As you please."

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'I'm dying.

I've been dying for a long time, for as long as I can remember. Memories haunting my life like ghosts of premature death.

I don't understand anymore, I can't. Did I ever? I'm not sure. I'm never sure. How can I be sure? I don't understand and no one will explain it to me, help me understand!

If there is blood on your hands, but it's not real, how do you clean it? How are you ever normal?

What is normal?

Is normal drowning the second you close your eyes, dying when you see hands, murderess hands and then you realise, they're your hands and it leaves you feeling dirty?

I'm scared.

Frightened of drowning in the river of blood, my own, mom's, everyone that's on these hands and I'm getting deeper and I can't breathe.

Maybe if I could remember how it got here, how I got here I would understand. But no one will tell me, no one talks to me they just coddle me, like I'm so fragile, a baby. I'm not.

I'm just dying.

But maybe someone will take my heart and convince it to beat.

Maybe.'

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"What are you writing?"

Anakin looked up to see his master looking at him. He was sitting on a little comfy chair that one of the healers must have brought in for him. His legs were tucked under him, his pale arms, the braid round his wrist, and.

"Is that a bacta patch?"

Anakin looked down and nodded.

"What happened?"

Anakin just shrugged, closing the book. The patch went right up his arm, like a knife wound

(.or a lightsaber wound.)

Would cause.

"Anakin," he said, now kneeling affront of him. "What. Happened."

All he did was look at the patch and shrug. "I don't know."

"Wounds don't just appear."

Anakin looked him in the eyes defiantly, and practically yelled, "This one did!" He leant his head back on the chair, closing his eyes.

"When?"

Back in the soft whisper that had become his voice, "Last night. I woke up, it was there."

Obi-Wan sighed. It was dangerous for him to even be alone while sleeping apparently. "Alright. It's alright."

He looked into Obi-Wans eyes again, but more solemnly than before. "I didn't do it." "It must have been in your sleep, that's nothing to be-"

"I didn't do it."

"Well if you didn't, then who did?"

Anakin shut his eyes again, leaning back on the chair. "I told you he'd come, but you didn't listen."

"Who'd."

"And now I might die again."

"He's dead." Said Obi-Wan, suddenly getting it. "He can't com back."

"He never left."

"Anakin, he's dead, you seen that, the council seen that, you don't need to be scared."

"Too late."

Obi-Wan had no idea what to say to that.

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