[ It's too bad that he doesn't know she's an author because she really does have a flair for the dramatics, he thinks. It's kind of funny to him at this point, at least, now that the shock and emotional distress(?) of everything else has worn off—it brings a wry sort of smile to his face. ]

Has anybody ever told you that you have a real way with words?

[ A fish with no fins... truly inspired. He's not even going to touch how sad they all seem to be, apparently, because that goes far beyond love... probably? He's not speaking for Anakin here.

He shifts his weight to one leg, his tone dry. ]

It's not quite that bad, you know. It's not a life without love. Or a life where we can't feel love. It's just that attachments are forbidden. Possession.