He might have regretted saying it, but that didn't mean it wasn't completely true and Tahiri happened to agree entirely. It wasn't fair. None of it was. Anakin should never have died that day, they should have been able to continue to grow together, to be side by side. Jacen should have been free to be with Tenel Ka and never needed to turn to the ways of the Sith. It all should have been better.
"I still love you too," her voice almost broke as she looked over at him, so like the boy she remembered. That idealized vision she'd had of him in her head for so long in no way lessened by seeing him again in person. "I never stopped. I will always love you." That was a simple fact. Her love for him had driven her to do some extreme acts, only some of which she regretted. And it was exactly because of that that she wasn't the girl he'd left.
"You love who I used to be," she dragged the words out slowly, her gaze flicking down to the table. "You don't know the woman, the Sith I had to become. Or whatever I am now." Because she genuinely didn't know herself. And really, wasn't that the point? How could anyone know her if she didn't know herself?