Your uncle Owen and your aunt Beru — [ she had thought them good people when they met so many years ago on tatooine. steady, sensible souls who cared for their family. it was why she had volunteered them as the best choice to take luke. she wonders how they must have taken to obi-wan — for it could only have been obi-wan — whisking luke off the planet as qui-gon had another boy so long ago.
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brows drawing together, her eyes drop to a point on the ground. her mouth works for an answer, settles on quietly admitting, ] He won't be, [ and the tide threatens to pull her under again. but the reminder of him, the ghost forever lingering at her right shoulder where he had so often stood, reminds her of the danger they may be in: time is not a luxury they have. her heart beats faster, and she thinks he can feel it, can follow the tattoo of it through space. before she can reconsider, padmé presses on. ]
Your uncle Owen and your aunt Beru — [ she had thought them good people when they met so many years ago on tatooine. steady, sensible souls who cared for their family. it was why she had volunteered them as the best choice to take luke. she wonders how they must have taken to obi-wan — for it could only have been obi-wan — whisking luke off the planet as qui-gon had another boy so long ago.
( she does not know, doesn't imagine… ) ]
What have they told you of your parents?