He is tired, weary from what he has seen throughout his long years. It is not a tiredness borne of age; so deft and complete is his control of the Force, he feels no stress or illness that others with a life as lengthy as his are prone to suffering. It is simply a result of spending many years pleading to and entreating those who would not listen. For decades it had been so, during his time with the Jedi and the Senate, until it had come to a point where he realised that if he wanted things to change, he would have to take matters into his own hands. And so he has, having lost all hope for those he now considers his enemies.
But this one, he knows, is different. At times, infuriatingly so - many plans other than Gunray’s have suffered the interference of Padmé Amidala. One who many call the strongest voice of the Republic next to the Chancellor himself. And one who, should he convince her to turn away from the lies she unwittingly supported, will bring them greatness.
“You live with the answers to that question every day, Senator. In my experience, the Republic has never listened to reason. And so force has become my only alternative.”
NO POLITICAL MATTER is settled quickly in the republic. it is perhaps one of the most frequently voiced complaints of democracy. all decisions must be brought forth before the senate, discussed, voted upon, possibly repealed— and the ordeal begins anew. she knows this firsthand, has experienced it as both senator and queen, has felt her own frustration at the looped, cumbersome affair. as a queen with a blockade upon her planet, her people put into concentration camps, the senate’s leisurely pace of coming to a conclusion had infuriated her younger self.
but she has learned so much since then, and has borne witness to TERRIBLE LOSES. she still hopes for and demands action, but has now learned the process of pushing such decisions through to conclusion. despite her misgivings, perhaps even because of them, the faith of her heart is tied steadily to the republic— to freedom it provides to beings across the galaxy. and she holds no fear in fighting and raging to protect the safety the republic grants those people. at her sides, her hands are defiant fists, closed upon her emotions to best maintain the steady, logical tone of her words.
“ i have no answers. i live every day of my life demanding, pleading for them, from people like you, dooku. the republic answers to reason benefiting the safety of her people. what have you offered in the name of their protection? all i have seen from you is death, and fear. “
