Deep sigh, which is more of a long shuddery exhalation, "I told her I couldn't pretend that there was nothing between us. That I couldn't be around her and pretend. She said that it might be better then if I weren't around her. And gave me the choice. I walked away."
Voice hardening again and yet, a tone of despair underneath it all, "She's right. We can't be together. I'm a Jedi. She's a Senator. There's no way it could ever work. Duty comes first."
His hands are shaking, he has to clench his fists again to stop them. Very even, flat tone. "You asked me to tell you what happened. I've told you. That's it."
"Oh, for Christ's sake. Do you want to know something about duty, Anakin? People die because of duty. People focus their entire lives on duty. And why they die, they don't say, 'I wish I'd done my duty more.' They say, 'I wish I'd loved more.'"
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