Anakin shook his head softly, not wanting to confess to her about what their daughter had said. It was more than just her words, though.
"Kun knew me. Did he pick them for being my children? What if he tries again?" He hated that doubt was lingering. "I want them to come home. But they won't. She won't." He rested his head against his wife again. "I'm sorry, Padmé" If he had to leave, so that she could be with her children, he would. He could never deny her of them. He could deny Padmé nothing, no matter the cost to him.