"Me?" he asked startled, and a small dark laugh escaped him. He shook his head. "You are the one in danger, Padmè. Not me. You are the one who.... who I won't let die." Yes, yes he did just change his sentence because he couldn't bring himself to say that she died, past tense, like it was a fact. Like it was unchangeable. She might see it as set in stone, but a lightsaber could cut through stone. Easily. He would save her. He would.