Padmé sighed. This was not going to be easy. "They're right Anakin. This really is the Apocalypse. I don't really know how to explain this, but this isn't our world."
There was something about his touch, the way he was touching her. It made her feel cold and uncomfortable, but at the same time it made her feel loved. Even the way Anakin was looking at her it was obvious he did love her - or at least his version of her. At the same time, the things she had heard he had done - for her, made her feel sick to her stomach. If he really loved her, wouldn't he know he didn't need to do that? That she didn't want that?
Then the question. A question that Padmé hadn't prepared for. Not that one could prepare for this sort of thing. This wasn't some sort of meeting where she could run through scenarios in her head to prepare.
"Anakin," Padmé took a deep breath. "Another one of the things about this place, is it brings people in from different places, and times. "Anakin," she hesitated a moment. "Anakin, I'm 24. In my time, we haven't seen each other for ten years."