"Your son?!" Sabé gasped, sounding more astonished than she would have liked.
The information on Anakin confused her even more. What was wrong with this place? Nothing here made sense at all.
"I met someone, another woman who had...has my face," Sabé said, running a hand through her hair. "It almost makes me wonder if this is a Sith illusion or hell..."
She paused and glanced at Padmé, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. "But this can't be hell since you're here. You are the last person I can ever see winding up in hell."