“You can’t win,” Nju said as he walked along the curved table, his lightsaber extended down either side of him. “Give in now, there is no escape.” “If giving in means joining you,” Padmé replied, pacing opposite him, “then I would rather die.” Nju shook his head with no more emotion than when he had instructed her and was pointing out her feet were all wrong for the fifth kata. “I tried to save you, Padmé,” he said sadly, “I truly did, but if you won’t save yourself I have no choice.” She, like the Loyalists, was beaten before she had started fighting. Without a word he shoved her outside. “Look!”