[She lets him direct her to the couch, practically able to still feel how anxious and upset he is without words. His hand in hers feels like her own lifeline. She waits patiently for him to speak as she concentrates on keeping herself from shaking apart finally.

Padmé's mouth opens, but words don't come out for a minute. The reasonable part of her mind understands what her daughter feels and why her words are so negative. But she is a person and she feels their loss of Leia as they get her deeply.

When she speaks, it's quiet and pained.]

She sees Bail and Breha as her parents. They raised her shortly after her birth. It's understandable.

[The room grows dim and tears form in her eyes, though she fights to keep them back.]

We are strangers, at best, to her.