she still doesn’t quite know how all this happened . . . she held her children, kissed them both goodbye, and then a light —— and a warmth. she could see them, but they couldn’t see her. she watched her own funeral, watched as her husband, the father of her children terrorized the galaxy out of the desperation and agony of losing her. she watched her children grow up —— leia, who was the spitting image of her mother and chose the same career, but shared the same temper and resolve that anakin had, and luke, who bore the resemblance of his father, even shared the love of flying, but whose personality more resembled his mother’s. he was force sensitive too, like his father. her heart ached watching them, wishing she could speak to them and tell them both how proud she was. i’m so proud of you both.
padmé’s resolve to speak to her children only grew as the conflict throughout the war —— she was thrilled to see her children finally meet, to start falling into their destinies, but with that came their struggles. she finally decided she’d speak to @lukhe after he speaks to master yoda —— someone she’d spoken to in her lifetime. but she’d wait, wait until he returned to his ship. and when he does, she tries to be seen. she’s never done this ghost thing before. “ luke. ” the first time she’s spoken in decades —— and she hopes it works.
