Jaina didn't want to look at the her brother's injury, but she couldn't stop herself from doing so. Her entire body tensed as his hand fell away from his jumpsuit, brown eyes darkening to near black orbs as her attention went to his face.
Everything else - Exar Kun, Bastila Shan, even the information her grandfather had been telling them that she'd committed to memory - all of it faded into the background as she studied her younger brother's face. "What happened on that mission, Anakin?" she asked in a tone that sounded flat and dead to her own ears.
She already knew, though. Somehow, some way, she knew. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it... Her mind continued her mantra while her vocal chords seemed to take on a life of their own, her mind determined to hear him utter the words she already knew to be true.