And Anakin still hurt when she hurt. He wouldn't change that if if he knew how to.

He crouched down in front of her chair and covered her hands with his, then looked straight into her eyes, every emotion he was feeling plain to see on his face: pain and guilt and that deeply familiar expression he always had--and never realized--when he looked at her.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice a lot hoarser than he would prefer.