There was a moment when just the briefest flash of anger appeared in her eyes before she pushed it back again. It was strange, there was much she was angry at Jacen for, much she knew she would never forgive him for, but even with that she felt defensive when people blamed him for things. There was that flare of protectiveness for him that she felt, she who had stood by him longer than anyone else. Because she had believed in him.
"It wasn't just Jacen," she finally replied, looking up at Anakin, her gaze steady. "A lot happened. More war, more death. Jacen had a way to stop it all, it just came at a price." And it was a price worth paying. Tahiri still believed that, still knew that Jacen hadn't become a Sith because he wanted personal power or glory. He had broken, he had seen the galaxy break and knew what he had to do to fix it. Even if it meant breaking himself forever.
"The Force... it's here. It's just different. It doesn't quite fit the way it should, it feels off." No, not off, that wasn't the word. "New. It feels new. But that's just something to overcome, something to learn from." To become stronger. It was her way now. "I didn't know you'd been here before. Not until you came back." She finally hesitated, glancing down at her hands, clasped as they were over the table. "I haven't been here long myself. Jacen was breaking news to me gradually."