(Padmé has brought a basket of tea and cookies with her. She sets it on the table beside the pastries. Staying busy helps her hands to shake less and she pours them each a hot cup of tea.)

There isn't anything wrong with mourning someone. It means they connected with us and we with them.

(She sits down on the sofa with a sigh. Even if Rey told her about Luke's death, Padmé wouldn't doubt he had chosen that end for himself. Like father, like son.)

I'm grateful I met him. He gave me hope.