“I know that,” Anakin said. “I do know that.” There was a poignant weight to his words. Padmé would die because he was so desperate to not lose her he was willing to indulge the manipulations of a Sith Lord. If he had been patient, or accepted her death, she wouldn’t have died. Every cosmos had a sense of humor, he supposed.
“The future will show up here, though. The things I will do have a way of becoming… relevant in this place. I can't just pretend I had nothing to do with that future.”