She is aware of the order (66) that spelled the end to them and she is aware that a Sith Lord now controls everything. Democracy died while she sat in the Senate Chamber, unable to do anything to help. The people stopped listening; they gave into their fear and turned to the worst man imaginable.

Padmé tilts her head to mimic the little droid before gently setting a hand on BD-1's head.

"I am so sorry." her attention turns back to Cal, tears shimmering in her eyes, "I'm grateful to have run into you. The Jedi mean...a lot...to me. What happened to them was unforgivably cruel and unjust."