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[politicallyinclined]

(Since she has been made aware of her prior stay, Padmé decides to use her tablet to send out a message. She is pale, but strangely resolved to this new plight. Her hair is ornately braided, but her clothing is plain. She's just happy to have clothes and to be rid of that white gown!)

Greetings, everyone. Some of you might recognize me; I want to speak to you if that is the case.

(The faster she is up to speed, the better.)

For those I am encountering for the first time, hello. I'm Padmé. Some of my family is present and -

I would like very much to protect them. I'm sure you can understand the feeling.

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[forceguided]

But you will here. Things can be different here.

[Of this he's certain. This place might not be perfect. It has it's own dangers, but it's also giving them priceless opportunities. No matter what else happens, he'll cherish these times for the rest of his life.]

And I'll listen. [An equally soft, warm promise. His cheeks should probably hurt from all this smiling, but he doesn't care.] Same. Won't be making that mistake.

Sorry, it's just... things between us are kind of complicated. But I do know he cares. In his own way.

[Their bonding when loved ones had vanished. The way he'd had to check in on his own Father when he'd made some really Questionable Choices.... it's a mess, but it's still less messy than things would have been back in their own universe.]

We're working on it. Promise.

[politicallyinclined]

I want things to be different. (For all of them. Padmé is barely allowing herself a chance to blink! Seeing Luke, hearing his voice... It's all so good. He and his sister are the sweet forces of good that will save Anakin and the galaxy.)

Then I'll question if you're a Skywalker! (She teases before rubbing over his back. Anakin is...and will always be...complicated.)

Be open with him. He responds best to honesty, though I suppose most people do. (Unless they like being deluded.) I know you are, sweetheart. I just know if he had been there to hold you, to raise you, without Palpatine in the way...

He would have loved you and your sister more than all the stars in the galaxy.

[forceguided]

Then we'll work on making them different. [Because what mama wants, mama gets. Even if it's difficult or awkward. That's not about to stop Luke. The alternative is what? Disappointing her? Never!]

Wouldn't know how to be anything else. [Though maybe he could have handled being an Amidala, but... no, even thinking about it feels weird. Wrong.]

You're right.

[Hearing her say that makes his throat catch and he buries his face for a moment. Letting himself feel. Not only for himself, but for his father and their family as a whole. So much that's been taken for them. And for what?]

I know. I think... in his own way, he still does.

[It's awkward, maybe a bit jilted, but that doesn't make it any less real.]

[politicallyinclined]

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.