[At the feel of his lips against her skin, the tears she's been fighting fall. Padmé raises a hand to cover her mouth as the dam she's built cracks. Her words come out in tight sobs as the air continues to grow darker around them both.]

She has no idea who I am, Anakin. None. Luke.... he knew. But to my daughter, I'm a stranger.

Perhaps that will change. I want it to change. It doesn't make it hurt less.

[She lifts her head, eyes red and watery.]

I...I never once thought this could be our fate.