Padmé's eyes widened, leaning back against the band of his arms as he started talking. Alarm filled her at even those first words. Heavy, flat. Not unexpected. Not horrified. If anything — and she has to be wrong, she has to be — he sounds more annoyed than anything through that stony distance. Her heart kicked faster; disbelief slammed through with a wash of horror as Jedi Master after Jedi Master was named. "Anakin."

Four of the best sword masters in The Order. "What are you saying?"

Her head shook, and she used her hands to push back from his chest.
Needing a step, even as everything felt like it was slipping suddenly.