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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,

"I actually die, after giving birth, in my own galaxy. I'm -" Padmé paused, trying to think what words she could even use to describe the feelings that the knowledge gave her. She knew there was likely other details, other things, at play. The loss of Anakin, the physical stress of being choked, the work load she would've kept up until that stage... but it still left some unsettling sensations for her to deal with. She assumed most everyone knew the details, of course, given how widely known Star Wars seemed to be. It was almost a little comforting to acknowledge it as a matter of her bringing it up rather than someone just knowing. "While there will be other things at work as well, I must admit the idea of horrors isn't something I find myself wanting to dwell on even amidst knowing the possibilities are there." It wasn't denial so much as a wish for the positive. "I'm a bit more fearful of my parenting abilities after the birth, though, really."

"Your brother? What were the social constraints that let him take credit? And do you have any other siblings?" Padmé's mind, of course, had gone to her own sister. The mention of siblings perked her interest. "And mostly work, really. Sorting through a good deal of paperwork is mundane, but occupying. Unfortunately, I can't bring any of it home with me. My time here, outside of work, has been turned toward trying to find new hobbies to take up time... I've tried archery, so far."