"There must be a reason. We might not know until we become one with it." Padmé sets her lips in a stubborn line when she senses his glare, "No? Carrying yourself and that suit up a mountain is difficult enough. Believe me, I have no desire to die."

The chance to be with him, to maybe see their children... No. The infected will have a fight on their hands. She has excellent aim with a blaster - he knows that much about her already.

But then he is picking her up. His stubbornness reminds her of...Anakin. Her Anakin. With a sob, she wraps her arms around him, hoping that some of her warmth reaches him.

"I can hold on."