004 ;; Phone

[nodifferentfate]

I think... I think I died.

[Padmé's voice sounds quiet and confused, like she's still trying to piece things together herself.]

But, how is this possible? When you- [She chokes on the word for a second, before firmly grasping her tone of cool control.] When you die, one normally doesn't return from death. Is it the norm at this place?

[She pauses.]

And somethings still don't feel right. I'm so cold.

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[nodifferentfate]

[Padmé lets out a sound that's a cross between a gasp and a sigh.]

How worse?

[extraordinarily]

They mess around with your mind and do things... that is worth than death.