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[politicallyinclined]

Has anyone seen Luke? I can't find him. (She is doing her best to remain in control, to not panic, but the strain is easy to see on her delicate features.)

It's possible he went off on his own... (Skywalkers and their adventures.) but he should still see this, right?

(In her heart, she knows the truth.)

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[jedied]

I'm at my apartment. I don't have to be anywhere else for a while.

[ She's free to mope in peace, which right now looks like working her way through a box of pastries she'd picked up earlier in the week and taking apart something mechanical on her living room floor. ]

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[politicallyinclined]

I'll be with you in a few minutes. (Maybe with more food. They can eat things they really shouldn't together. It's better than drinking something they shouldn't.

Soon, Rey will have a knock on her door.)

[jedied]

[ Rey wordlessly opens the door and immediately pulls the other woman into a hug. It's clear she's been crying at some point, but she's trying her hardest not to feel this as a loss. Luke had gone home to become a galactic legend; to help win a war. To bring his father back from the Dark. It had to happen sooner or later. ]

Thank you for coming over. I'm a mess.

[politicallyinclined]

(Tears are something they share. Padmé usually hides her pain, keeping to herself until she has control again. But this is about family. Anakin had been right - Rey is theirs too.

She returns the hug tightly, shaking her head gently.)

You're fine, Rey. We're both...upset.

[jedied]

[ Rey sniffles and wipes the fresh tears from her eyes as she pulls back and holds the door open for Padmé to enter. She's cleared off her sofa and table, and there's a plate of pastries set out on it. ]

It's the tether, mostly; I shouldn't be this sad. He'll be fine back home.

[ He has his whole life ahead; it only hurt this much because Rey knew she might never see him again. And that she'd indirectly possibly been the cause of his death, though she hasn't admitted she feels that way to anyone else. ]

[politicallyinclined]

(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.