For all Padmé had been the one to insist that Obi-Wan wouldn't care about her and Anakin's relationship, she finds the level to which he seems to be in favor of it more than a little puzzling. The idea that Anakin might leave the Order should have been unthinkable, not something to be dropped casually into a conversation, and it occurs to Padmé, not for the first time, that there's something she's missing here. If he'd really been willing to leave the Order himself - and that's interesting enough to warrant an eyebrow raise, though she doesn't comment - that might explain it, but somehow she doesn't think it explains all of it.

She very carefully files this conversation alongside the memory, from her very first day in Darrow, of the way Obi-Wan had hesitated before he'd told her about the future, the sure and certain knowledge that he was about to not tell her something. There's context here that she's missing, but she doesn't have enough information to see the shape of it yet. Which is fine. For now, she can wait.

"Didn't he," she says, less a question than it ought to be. It's an old argument, one she's had with herself more times than she can count in the past three years. "Can you picture him being happy doing anything else? Can you picture him sitting out the war? And I can't imagine the Jedi would have been thrilled by the idea of their chosen one walking away from them."