Padmé glanced up at the knock at the door, already knowing instinctively who it was. Her suspicions were confirmed when the door opened and Vader entered. She had been sitting at the small desk in the corner of the room, going through some various medical forms and doing her best to understand what they all meant, but rose slowly to her feet as he spoke.
"No, Anakin," she replied simply, refusing to use his chosen title. Her chin was raised high and her back straight as she stared calmly at him. Any heartache she was feeling was ignored, any flicker of love for the man in front of her cast aside. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You've made your decision, you've chosen your path, and I cannot be a part of that."
It was similar to what she'd said to him all those years ago on Mustafar. Her opinion hadn't wavered when it came to this particular subject and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. Why he thought it would now, she didn't know, but she also didn't care. He might be able to do a lot of things, but convince her to come with him wasn't going to be one of them. Of that much, at least, she was certain.