He thought she meant to back off, and he did, sitting back on his heels to give her physical space. He understood how hard it was to accept; he'd had to face the same news not long ago. The same news coupled with the fact that his life's most important endeavour - the training of Anakin Skywalker - would be turned into the weapon that would destroy the Order. He felt... involved. Responsible. Dirty. No matter how much Anakin reassured him that his hands were clean, he didn't feel clean.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have told you here. Not like this."