Padmé picked up a cup, pouring some tea into it. She looked over at him sadly. It was his choice. "I'm sorry," she said softly her eyes still on his form. She knew she had been in the wrong, letting her fears get to her like that.

But he had already made his choice hadn't he? "Very well, Anakin. If that is what you wish." She took a sip of tea and then looked away to collect her thoughts. This was all too painful. Perhaps once she went to Naboo things would get better.