Together. (She won't let her baby boy - her grown baby boy - face anything alone. Your childhood would have been filled with mama hugs and mama kisses, Luke. Padmé would have dedicated herself to her twins and taught them all she knows.)

It's in your blood. Your Skywalker genes are much louder than my Naberrie genes. (Amidala is her regnal name - a way of hiding her true identity so her family remained safe while she served Naboo.

When he buries his face, she rubs over his back worriedly.)

Luke? (Her features soften with obvious love and she nods.) He does. I know his heart hasn't changed. Palpatine has done a lot of damage to him, to you and your sister, but Anakin is alive.