Anakin is pushed from my mind once we reach Polis Massa. Though I'm still a little numb, I try and focus on Padmé's health.

Padmé is placed in an operating room, while medical droids run tests on her. She looks to be unconscious...or just sleeping, for now. Senator Bail Organa and Master Yoda are already in the observation room by the time Ben and I enter. One of the medical droids floats out to us.

"Medically, she is completely healthy," it says. "For reasons we can't explain, we are losing her."

"She's dying?" Obi-Wan gasps. I look to the droid.

"We don't know why. She has lost the will to live. We need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies."

"Babies?" I sputter.

"She's carrying twins."

Twins. I feel dizzy all of a sudden. Nobody thinks twice when I use Ben as a support. She's carrying twins. She's...she's dying. Padmé, don't you do this to us. Don't do this to your children.

Padmé is alive and awake when it comes time to deliver her children. Obi-Wan and I are allowed inside with her. She cries out from the pain she undergoes, and I offer her my hand. She nearly breaks it a few minutes into the process.

The medical droids are fantastic, helping Padmé along with the process. Before long, my hand is given some relief, as the first of the twins comes into the world with a cry.

The droid holding the baby says something that I don't understand. But judging by Padmé's utterance of "Luke," I assume it's a boy. Obi-Wan takes Luke from the droid so that Padmé can get a closer look at her son. Though I should be joyous I have a nephew, I'm still worried about his mother's health.

When it comes time for the second of the twins, Padmé struggles a little. Obi-Wan still holds Luke in his blanket, so I'm back to being Padmé's stress ball. I swear some bones crack this time around.

The second baby comes out just like their brother: screaming to the world that they're here. Once again, I don't understand the droid when it speaks.

Obi-Wan translates: "It's a girl."

"Leia," Padmé rasps.

"Look at that," I whisper, glancing over at my niece and nephew. The droid currently has Leia in her blanket. "They're beautiful, Padmé." When I look down at the mother of my niece and nephew, something looks...off.

Padmé looks as though she's giving up. Her breaths are labored, not from catching her breath after all those pushes. It's like she's slowly letting herself go.

"Padmé," I whisper to her warningly. "Be here for your children. They need you."

"They need you...too."

I shake my head. "You're not giving up on them. You're not giving up on me."

Padmé's smile is sad, and waning. "You'll take care of them. You'll...they'll be in good hands with you."

"S-stop. Stop talking like this."

"Obi-Wan," Padmé looks to Ben, "There...is good in him. I know there is...still..."

I step away when Padmé's eyes shut and her head falls to the side. Luke begins to cry in Obi-Wan's arms. The weight of her gone crushes my lungs and I feel like I can't breathe.

Excusing myself, I quickly make an exit to anywhere but the operating room. I can't look at Luke and Leia right now. I need to be alone. I need to...

When a door slides open into a separate room, full of few furniture, I let out my emotions. The crying comes first, which makes my body shake. My throat is scratchy, and it throbs from when it had been aggressively squeezed by Anakin. I want to sink to my knees.

It's not fair. She loved him. He killed her. He killed the mother of his children. It's disgusting. It's twisted. It's...it's...

The feral scream comes out before I can stop it. The atmosphere in the room feeds off of my anger. The nearby chairs in the room come flying off their legs, crashing into walls. The lights above flicker. I pull out my green saber, slashing the chairs to pieces. Once there is nothing more to attack with my saber, I shut it off and remain a trembling, sniveling mess.

"Thea?"

My breaths are deep. "If you have either of the children with you, please walk away before I hurt them accidentally."

"I'm alone."

"Go away."

"Thea..."

"I said go away!" As I turn furiously, a piece of broken chair flings itself towards Obi-Wan. He ducks, and it smacks against the nearest white wall.

My anger lessens a bit. Obi-Wan is afraid of me; I see it in those cerulean eyes of his.

"Thea." He takes a cautious step towards me. "Please."

The second he touches me, I collapse into his arms. He sinks us both to the floor, and I cry into his tattered robes. "She's dead, Ben. Did we...did we do this to her? Did our talk back on Coruscant lead to this? Are...are we to blame for her death?"

"No, we're not."

"Are you sure? If we hadn't found her...She might've waited for Anakin to return to her. He might not have killed her..."

"Easy, easy." He starts to rock me back and forth like I'm a child. I don't scold him on it, it feels oddly comforting.

"If it had been me you had severed limbs from, would you have left me for dead, too?" I mumble into his robes.

"Thea—"

"Answer the question."

Ben hesitates. "If you were as gone as Anakin had been, yes, I would have left you. But, that is not the case here."

"Will you leave me, now?"

"Why would I?"

"I'm...I'm not stable, Obi-Wan. I can't...my emotions aren't in check. I could hurt you." I chuckle. "No wonder I was rejected for reentry; they saw I'm not as disciplined as I used to be. It all makes sense now."

"Thea, you're undergoing a lot of stress. You're emotional. It's okay."

"Not for a Jedi."

"But you aren't one anymore. It's okay to not bottle it up."

"Why don't you?"

"I'm more disciplined than you are," he says in a light manner. "Letting our emotions drive us is not healthy, regardless of what your career is. It can make us do things we regret. Choose to not let them consume you, Thea, because I know you're better than this. You're stronger than this."

"It's not fair. She...she left her children. They have no one."

"Not true. Once you're settled, we will discuss what to do with the twins. We feel it's best if we all talk about it and not leave anyone out. You are their family, after all."

"I wouldn't know the first thing about being a parent, Ben." I peek up at him. "I wouldn't know where to start."

"Maybe you won't have to." He shrugs. "Nothing is set yet." He smooths my hair down. "Let's just take some time to calm down, and then we'll meet with Master Yoda and Senator Organa when you're ready. Does that sound like a plan?"

"I-it does."

Ben rubs a thumb under my nose. "Did you never get this cleaned up?"

"Never thought to ask for it. Didn't think about it. My mind was elsewhere."

"How about we do that, too?"

After some more time on the floor, Obi-Wan helps me to my feet. I feel guilty for destroying the room. He leads me down the halls to the nearest bathroom. He obtains a cloth and helps me wipe off the dried blood.

"Does it hurt?" he asks.

"It's tender to the touch," I report. "That might mean it's broken."

"We'll have the medic droids check you out once we're finished here." The cloth is warm.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."

"For what?"

"For thinking this was a good idea—us, I mean."

"What are you talking about, Thea?"

"I'm a ticking grenade. You don't deserve to care about someone like that and call them a friend, or lover, or what have you. It's not fair to you."

"Thea Skywalker, if I didn't think we had a chance, I would have never said 'let's do this' to begin with. Things may change, being that the Order is no more and there are so few Jedi left...My point is, I am not going to give up on you and leave you by yourself."

I scoff. "How noble on you, Kenobi. I don't expect you to save me, I'd like to save myself thanks."

"When the day comes that you'll let me, you'll thank me."

"You'll thank me the day I save you."

"Thea, you already have."

The abashed smile he gives me makes me avoid eye contact with him. The heat rises in my face. I really don't know what he means by that. When have I ever saved his hide? Usually my brother...

The thought of my burning brother sours this blossoming, cute mood.

Obi-Wan takes my change in tone against him. "I—"

"It was nothing you said, Ben. It's my mind." I rest a palm against it. "It apparently doesn't like us having something good."

"Well, we'll train it to."

"We will, huh?" I raise a brow.

"I have a feeling you and I might be spending a lot more time together."

**Well I suppose that Kylo Ren's anger management may be a Skywalker trait if Thea's episode is anything to go by...**