As a queen and a politician, Padmé was no stranger to deals, negotiations, or payment.
She held her water bottle and raised a hand to tidy her hair and makeup.
"Ah-ba, ah-ba?"
"Yes, Padmé. Bringing you back does have to do with Anakin. With the galaxy in its current state, you're the only one who can save him. If we wait much longer, father and son may end up killing each other."
Deathstroke took out a can of eight-treasure porridge for her to fill her stomach. He wore a grave expression while doing something decidedly less grave.
"Ah-ba?"
The queen frowned at his words and made a questioning sound, but she made no move to refuse the food.
Su Ming hadn't expected her to. According to psychology, the first thing someone wanted after waking from a long coma was to see their loved ones. The second was a hearty meal, because eating and relieving oneself proved one was truly alive.
Eating, drinking, relieving oneself, and sleeping were all basic instincts. After sleeping for decades, she had only the other four left to do. Someone truly formidable might even manage all four at once.
"Before you died, you gave birth to a son and a daughter. Obi-Wan took your son to Tatooine and found someone to raise him. He was named Luke Skywalker. Naturally, he inherited a powerful gift for the Force and became a Jedi. Now he's preparing to fight Anakin, who has become a Dark Jedi."
"Ah-ba." Looking stunned, the queen slumped onto the table.
"Anakin knows he has a child, but he doesn't know who it is yet. Luke doesn't know who his father is, either. That's turned two people on opposite sides of the war into enemies. Meanwhile, Palpatine is planning to get rid of Anakin."
Su