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[ She smiles softly, glad that that awkwardness has passed and she reaches for Anakin's arm without looking, the motion muscle memory. Instead of the familiar warmth of skin or fabric, her fingers curl around cold metal and Padmé gasps and jolts back. ]

Anakin!

[ She takes his arm in both hands and pushes back his sleeve without thinking, exposing most of his artificial arm, blood having drained from her face at the sight of it. The scar on his face was one thing, a possibility along with the sudden shift in age, but this?]

What happened?

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