He could hear her words as she spoke them, but it was like hearing them through water. They were slow and muted, as a cold dread filled the pit of his stomach. Their baby was gone. It had never existed, if she spoke the truth. Yet he knew that whatever he did, Padmé would not lie to him. Not at 24 or at the age that he had last seen her at.
For a few moments, he could do nothing more than stare at the woman who was suppose to be his wife, but wasn't. Looking more closely at her, he realized with a start that she did look younger than he remembered, more like what she did when he had seen her again after ten years.
It was too much to take in, but he had did it admirably. Or would have, had it not been for his temper. "This is wrong," he whispered, pulling away from her fully as he started to pace. He was agitated and anyone could see that. "How is this possible?" He looked over at her, almost accusingly. "What did the Jedi do? Is this apocalypse of their making? Did they think taking you and our child away from me would somehow weaken me?"
Anakin was deeply flawed and one of his many flaws was his paranoia. This was a some kind of Jedi trap, this strange new world where the Force felt different and where his family did not exist. Yet, Padmé was his angel and he couldn't stay angry for too long. As he paced, he lost steam and eventually came to a stop in front of her again, though there was a notable distance between them. He didn't trust himself around her yet. "Padmé," he said, sounding broken. "Padmé why?"