“I don’t know if I can.” The admission was soft. Pained. The wound was still raw. Still bleeding. “I was barred from the Order, Obi-Wan. They stripped me of my knighthood. I’m not a Jedi anymore.” She leaned wearily against the doorjamb. “Even if we manage to prove my innocence, discover the identity of who framed me, who was truly behind the attack on the Temple... What’s done is done.”