[She reached out and gently rubbed his back. She didn't really know who Padmé was, but she had a feeling she could guess the importance of the other by how upset it made Anakin.
When he mentioned Obi-Wan hating him, she reached out and gently tilted up his head. She ran her hand along her face to emulate Obi-Wan's beard. She pressed a hand to her heart and then moved it to press against Anakin's own chest. She had seen so much of the depths of Obi-Wan's love for Anakin, she doubted he could ever hate the younger man. Be hurt and hurt in turn? Yes, that was just the nature of people. But hate?
She held his cheeks with both of her hands, hoping she could convey how much she knew Obi-Wan loved and cherished Anakin.
And maybe it could not be stopped, but she had gained a sense that the Force, the thing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Maul all depended on did not give the whole story.]
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When he mentioned Obi-Wan hating him, she reached out and gently tilted up his head. She ran her hand along her face to emulate Obi-Wan's beard. She pressed a hand to her heart and then moved it to press against Anakin's own chest. She had seen so much of the depths of Obi-Wan's love for Anakin, she doubted he could ever hate the younger man. Be hurt and hurt in turn? Yes, that was just the nature of people. But hate?
She held his cheeks with both of her hands, hoping she could convey how much she knew Obi-Wan loved and cherished Anakin.
And maybe it could not be stopped, but she had gained a sense that the Force, the thing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Maul all depended on did not give the whole story.]