Pain stirred within his heart. The baby is gone, Anakin. He couldn't even feel contempt at the name she had used. First Luke, whom he had nearly destroyed with his own hands. Then Leia, whom he had tortured mercilessly on board the Death Star. Another child he would never know, a birth he would not see.
He was silent as he moved to her, his pain and grief mixing with hers, and Anakin was helpless not to move his arms around her, to hold her against him, stroke her hair and try to soothe away her tears.