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Anakin didn’t need the Force to see that Clovis was still interested in Padmé, but it grated all the more against his senses, an inescapable reminder that chafed against irritation until it bled into hate. He wanted that man as far away from Padmé as possible; in a sarlaac’s digestive system, ideally. A deserved fate, since he was a traitor, of course, conspiring with the Separatists, and – did Padmé have to play along with Clovis’s attentions so much? Was she doing this for spite?
He couldn’t wait until this horrible mission was over, and Padmé was back where she belonged.