She had had interactions with Maul here although she had not run into any issues with him in this place. An argument could be made for what transpired on Naboo, but Padmé had not had any personal interactions with him then either, or thereafter. She couldn't say she lamented the fact.
But, she also was not pleased with the information for any number of reasons, from Anakin's early years as a slave and not having power over his life, to the very essence of what Maul had done. Then again, Padmé also had an inkling that any formal apology might not be met with a kindred spirit.
She did nod, as Padmé had become more aware now just how odd this place could be, aside from all the obvious factors. Time was not linear, but a chord that was knotted and tangled, that which should not be or exist, doing just that. Yet what Luke said... Her mind stopped there, and it was a look of dubious disbelief that crossed her features.
Anakin, a Sith Lord? And Padmé was a Gungan. It made as much sense as- Padmé paused, thoughts turning inward. Anakin was good. She knew that. From that boy she had met on Tatooine who had offered aid with no thought of benefit to himself, helping Padmé and those with her to return to Naboo. It had been pure and genuine, and one of the many reasons as to why Padmé had been attracted to him. He had never looked at her like a piece to be used, but as the female beneath all the titles.
She couldn't say that she was truly paying attention, only a partial ear listening as she withdrew upon herself. She'd call him a liar, although that wasn't what Padmé did. Rather, she tried to understand why Luke would say that. To hurt her? Yet to what end. Padmé wasn't even certain if there was a way to verify it, but her instinct said it wasn't that. Yet Anakin, a Sith Lord? Her mind turned, wavering, to Palpatine, who apparently was a Sith as well. Anakin had spoken of dreams that he had had, of her death. ... what would be do to stop it?
She was snapped out of those inner thoughts with the younger Anakin's raised voice, puzzling over that. Maul had hurt someone that Luke knew as well? There was much that Padmé didn't know that the others clearly did, and she was trying to wrap her head around it all. Her eyes idled from Anakin to Luke, before turning back to Ezra. And froze. "... his father?" And now her gaze did come to rest completely on Luke. "You mean...?"
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But, she also was not pleased with the information for any number of reasons, from Anakin's early years as a slave and not having power over his life, to the very essence of what Maul had done. Then again, Padmé also had an inkling that any formal apology might not be met with a kindred spirit.
She did nod, as Padmé had become more aware now just how odd this place could be, aside from all the obvious factors. Time was not linear, but a chord that was knotted and tangled, that which should not be or exist, doing just that. Yet what Luke said... Her mind stopped there, and it was a look of dubious disbelief that crossed her features.
Anakin, a Sith Lord? And Padmé was a Gungan. It made as much sense as- Padmé paused, thoughts turning inward. Anakin was good. She knew that. From that boy she had met on Tatooine who had offered aid with no thought of benefit to himself, helping Padmé and those with her to return to Naboo. It had been pure and genuine, and one of the many reasons as to why Padmé had been attracted to him. He had never looked at her like a piece to be used, but as the female beneath all the titles.
She couldn't say that she was truly paying attention, only a partial ear listening as she withdrew upon herself. She'd call him a liar, although that wasn't what Padmé did. Rather, she tried to understand why Luke would say that. To hurt her? Yet to what end. Padmé wasn't even certain if there was a way to verify it, but her instinct said it wasn't that. Yet Anakin, a Sith Lord? Her mind turned, wavering, to Palpatine, who apparently was a Sith as well. Anakin had spoken of dreams that he had had, of her death. ... what would be do to stop it?
She was snapped out of those inner thoughts with the younger Anakin's raised voice, puzzling over that. Maul had hurt someone that Luke knew as well? There was much that Padmé didn't know that the others clearly did, and she was trying to wrap her head around it all. Her eyes idled from Anakin to Luke, before turning back to Ezra. And froze. "... his father?" And now her gaze did come to rest completely on Luke. "You mean...?"