[Amy's face is stained with tears. She's been sobbing for a while and is making no effort to hide it. She has tissue in hand and looks at her datapad angrily.]
Whoever you are, I hope you're happy with yourselves. You took my boys and I won't let you get away with it. Mark my words. I will get them back.
[Private to Anakin]
When can we start?
[ooc: not officially back until Friday night, but Amy had to post. Doing this from my iPod. And any errors.]
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