It has been surprisingly difficult to convince my fellow Senators that a Senatorial committee is necessary. Perhaps they do not see Palpatine's grip tightening or are wilfully blind to it. They have become scarily complacent amid galactic civil war. Too many of them seem content to trust the Chancellor, who has led us so well throughout this conflict. A precious few are still allies of democracy, though most of them were in the room at Bail and Mon's meeting. Bail plans to put the motion forward anyway, but there is only a dwindling chance it may pass. How could we betray the Republic like this, that we have sworn to protect and uphold as Senators?
Anakin visits me again during an unusually long stay on Coruscant that has my hackles raised. He has been appointed to the Jedi Council, and yet he has not been made a Master. Despite his military service. Despite training Ahsoka. The anger spills over in his voice. He has been asked by both the Chancellor and the Council to spy on the other. An impossible situation to put anyone in, let alone someone so volatile as my husband.
As his anger grows so does my fear, but I will not follow it to Naboo just yet. I will be smart about this, ensure that every piece is safely in place before I let the first domino fall. I'm close, but I won't shoot myself in the foot by rushing this. I must be calm and measured where Anakin is impulsive.