[In spite of the alarming situation they're in, Padme's breath releases in a soft, bemused laugh. Her desert boy, needing a million blankets to stave off the chill of space.
She reaches out, rests her hand on Anakin's shoulder, feeling braver even with that slight contact.] Ani, wake up. We're -- somethings wrong.
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She reaches out, rests her hand on Anakin's shoulder, feeling braver even with that slight contact.] Ani, wake up. We're -- somethings wrong.