(The squeeze brings her back to the apartment, grounding her. She pulls Ahsoka close and embraces her friend, heart-broken over all she has had to endure.)

He was furious. We both were. What happened and their judgement was entirely unfair. I think that was one of the reasons Anakin seemed to need me more.

(There is a question she has avoided because, in her mind, others matter more. But now she asks it.)

Why am I not with him?