"Padme is beautiful." Siri had frowned through his recollection of his father, of how Anakin died, but she softened as her friend was mentioned. "But that's so little of what she is. Keep in mind that she'd been a leader since she was in her early teens. As an adult, she's a true politician, an ambassador. Plus, a damn good shot with a blaster." She paused in that dry comment to take a sip of the drink the waiter set down on the table. An askance look was sent towards the glass after she tasted it. "A bit sweet of a drink. Anyway, Padme...your mother," she corrected herself, marveling slightly at that. "She is--...was a solid addition to our crew. I'm sorry, it's difficult to think about her as in the past, long gone."
The pizza slices were set down in short order, and Siri took a moment to inhale the scent. She didn't take a bite yet. "I'm....truly regretful at how Anakin's life turned. His power is....his power was strong, as were his convictions, but he did have a problem with flexibility. He felt everything very passionately. It's a difficult struggle for a Jedi." Her tone, rather than lecturing, was in commiseration with someone she expected might understand. "I had that as a padawan. I wanted to always charge in, pursue the enemy at all costs. But I learned, from Obi-Wan in some cases, that rushing ahead leaves little time to find another way. Obi-Wan still tried to teach the same to Anakin, but when it comes to our padawans.." She shrugged, a bit unhappily. "We can have blind spots. They are our chosen family."