(Is this...? Leia's son. Padmé watches him intently, hungrily, wishing she could just pull him into her arms and not let go. Sorry, Kylo, you are loved. She doesn't need to know anything other than he exists to have that love for him.)
I've heard about you, Kylo. She did. (A soft smile welcomes him, entreats him to listen.) I'm not angry at you. I'm not angry at Anakin either.
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I've heard about you, Kylo. She did. (A soft smile welcomes him, entreats him to listen.) I'm not angry at you. I'm not angry at Anakin either.