There are so many she wanted to protect. Her mother, her father, her sisters, her nieces, her son...her daughter. Anakin. Obi-Wan. But the fate of the galaxy is out of her hands.

Or is it? She smiles faintly at the laughter. BD-1 reminds her so much of Artoo Detoo. Maybe there are still good people and droids that can be depended upon for the future.

She prays that is the case. Especially for her twins.

"As do I." she gently takes hold of his arm, finding comfort in physical contact, "Five years? What has changed for you? Are you safe?"