“Padmé,” Anakin said softly. He brought one hand up to brush the tears off one of her cheeks. He certainly remembered this part of the year very well, though he knew by now not to say anything about that. Many slip-ups and mistakes had taught him what exactly not to say in moments like this. Which wasn’t the same as knowing what to say. But he did know there were certain things he should never bring up, in fact maybe he shouldn’t even think them.
“For as long as I’m here, I’m here for you. I don’t care how far in the past you are for me. Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it. I’ll always do what you need me to do.” Or he would at least try. That did not change in the twenty-three years he’d lived in the Land of Make Believe.