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It's Against My Programming...
"You're not all powerful, Ani."
"Well I should be! Someday I will be."
Padme glared at the pillow. It would be pointless, to strike it. It would accomplish nothing.
Far shall the haughty fall, sang the proverb in her mind. It had been weeks since Anakin had gone, but she could not forget that desperate, chilling assertion. Amidala the brilliant negotiator had been rendered speechless. Even if she had known what to say, she knew Ani wouldn't have listened to her. So Padme had done the immediate, practical thing: she'd held him. But inside, a dread like the weight of the world had settled itself down in the core of her being.
Padme did not believe in violence as a solution, even towards pillows. It wouldn't even be a good catharsis, because she didn't want to hit Anakin. She wanted him to stop thinking like that, stop doing that to himself, and never, ever, say that again.
"You are not all powerful." She told the pillow. "You do not need to be all powerful, and you are not a deity, so stop doing this to yourself!"
Of course she'd told herself that he wasn't feeling rational just then, that of course he didn't really think that, of course he wasn't really that arrogant. But she knew better.
She knew Anakin did think that. She knew it was going to hurt him some day. And she knew that punching pillows would not accomplish anything.
"Mistress Padme. Is something wrong?"
Padme snapped her head up to see Threepio standing in the doorway. She tried to gather her composure, as Threepio ambled closer and continued, "Something about which I perhaps can be of assistance? After all, Master Anakin left me here so I could look after you. I'm sure he would be dissapointed if you ignored such a valuable resource."
Threepio, Padme reflected, was remarkably prissy. And arrogant. She was starting to get annoyed with him.
She shut him down.
The project took longer than Padme expected it too. First she had to learn to program protocol droids. Then she had to re-program Anakin's protocol droid, which was not always the same thing. But the extra effort probably improved the catharsis.
It was pointless, Padme knew. It had accomplished nothing in the long run. But she felt better knowing that at least one being was now completely purged of any propensity toward deity impersonation.