Anakin had followed his son to the celebrations. He had seen Luke greet two of his friends, one of them reminding him of Padmé. He held his breath as he realized that it was his daughter.
Luke had lead Leia away and they were talking in hushed whispers. Anakin couldn't distinguish what they were saying, but he sensed Leia was frustrated. She turned, storming back to the other man's side. Solo's side, Anakin thought. Luke moved back into the forest.
Anakin had come to give himself up, and he wanted to do it before Luke came back. Knowing his son would stop him, he had come, taking the chance that Luke wouldn't find out. And now, Luke had gone. Stepping towards the celebrations, the music stopped. All eyes were on him.
Solo drew his blaster and aimed it at the dark figure's form. But he knew better than to fire. Remembering all too well the incident at Bespin, Han knew better. Anakin could stop blaster fire if he wanted too. Anakin did nothing to stop others drawing their blasters. His eyes were on one person.
"Padmé… Leia," he said unwillingly. "I'm so sorry. I've come to give myself up."
Leia felt the blood from her face drain. Not expecting to confront this terror yet, Leia's knees began to quake.
Han was beside her in an instant. "What have you done to her?" he demanded.
"I'm so sorry," Anakin repeated.
Leia found her voice. "Take him away," she ordered. "He will be on trial within days."
Bowing his head, Anakin allowed himself to be taken away peacefully.
