“Sabé,” Padmé said seriously. “You might die.” “I know,” Sabé said. “That’s always been part of the job.” “But it’s for real this time,” Padmé said. “Before, if we died we were all going together, blown up on the royal starship or something. But you’ll be alone. You’ll be exposed. And you’ll be Amidala.” “I know,” Sabé said.
