No, she's not. Cliegg Lars. Shmi is my wife.
We should go inside. We have a lot to talk about.
It was just before dawn. They came out of nowhere. A hunting part of Tusken Raiders.
Your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms that grow on
the vaporators. From the tracks, she was about halfway home when the took her. *sigh*
Those Tuskens walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters. Thirty of us
went out after her. Four of us came back. I'd be out there with them, but after I
lost my leg, I just couldn't ride anymore un, until I heal. I don't want to give
up on her, but she's been gone a month. There's little hope she's lasted this long.
Your mother's dead, son. Accept it.
I know wherever you are it's become a better place.
You were the most loving partner a man could ever have.
Good-bye, my darling wife. And thank you.