Solitary: Jordana's perspective

A strong push thrust her into the darkness that was solitary confinement. For a while, she didn't move. She hardly even breathed. Finally she reached out, and realized just how small the room actually was. She slumped to the floor, her back against the wall, and let a few more choked sobs escape her already chapped lips. She knew the plan, Tahira had drilled it into her skull at least a dozen times before they arrived. But she was still scared, scared of the uncertain, and scared for Anakin.
"Anakin." she smiled sadly. She feared what this would do to him, even if they did get out of here. He had always been slightly unstable, especially when it came to events he could not control. He beat himself up so badly about the death of his mother, and about what he did to the Tuskens that killed her.
"I understand." she whispered comfortingly after he confessed everything.
What else could she say to him. Consoling him would do no good because they both knew what he did was wrong. He was never the type to accept psychotherapy, and if she were to scold him, he would tell her she's being like Obi-Wan, and then he'd never take her seriously again. She had planned, sometime during the war, to teach him what Tahira had taught her.

"Jordana, I've always tried to teach you that if you can avoid taking a life, do so. But now we are at war, and we will have to kill. If you kill someone, be it out of objective, self-defense, or even rage, do not dwell on what you've done or why you did it. Accept it, and move on."

Those words had saved her during the war, whether she wanted them to or not. Ventress' torture had tested the limits of her anger, and by Jedi standards, she had failed that test. But few could have understood the hell she endured at the hands of that monster...

Flashback
Asajj Ventress, the personal protégé of Count Dooku, knelt beside the beaten and bound Jordana, medical aid supplies in hand. She ran her cold, rough hands sensually over Jordana's stinging words before dressing them.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Jordana whispered, her voice cracking.
"I want to see how long it will take to break you, before you give up that pathetic Jedi code and unleash your dark potential."
That was the situation she endured daily. Each morning, Ventress would try to tempt her into a duel, Jordana would refuse, and Ventress would beat and torture her until nightfall, when the mental torture began. She had no idea how long this when on for, could have been days, could have been weeks. Then, after a particularly brutal beating, Jordana let her guard down. Half unconscious, she softly pleaded for Anakin.
Ventress' cackle whipped across her sensitive skin, "So, you are in love with Skywalker?"
Jordana creaked her head towards her, "Jealous?"
"Tell me something, little Jedi," Ventress hissed, "How will he be able to love you if I kill him?"
A strong Force push shoved Ventress against the wall.
"You wanted to fight me Ventress? Well come tomorrow, I will kick your ass back to hell!"
And she did too. She decapitated Ventress, only to find that it had been a replica droid, presumably programed by the real Ventress. In her rage, she threw the mechanical head against a wall and let out a mangled, blood-chilling cry.
"Bitch didn't even have the balls to torture me in person!" she cried as Anakin and Tahira rushed to her.
Later, she stood before the Council and recanted her entire ordeal. She refused to cry, but she was weak, and her knees were beginning to buckle.
"Terrible this has been for you. Two weeks of rest you shall have."
She was dismissed but she knew they were talking about her so she listened as best she could through the door.
"We should not ignore this problem." Mace said solemnly.
"What problem?" Obi-Wan demanded.
"She acted out of rage Obi-Wan." Ki-Adi-Mundi commented. "I agree with Master Windu. We can not ignore this."
"She has never given the Council reason to worry before." Obi-Wan said. "I know Jordana, personally, and I can assure you she is no cold-blooded killer."
"I agree with Master Kenobi." Strass Allie added, "We all saw those wounds, and we can only begin to imagine the mental torture that went with them. She is hardly twenty-two and has survived something that most Masters would have a hard time dealing with. She needs healing, not punishment."
"Healing will not cure the darkness in her."
"Enough!" Yoda snapped, and everyone fell silent. "Too young was she to endure this. But if a seed of darkness was planted in her, ignore it we can not. Punish her we will not, but watch her we will."
End Flashback

It was Tahira's advice that allowed her to hide her hurt and anger from the Council, because after those two weeks she felt as if practically nothing had happened. Guilt and regret were alien feelings to her, although she told the Council otherwise. She knew Anakin was worried about her but there was little she could do. She need to keep her emotions in check. Her feelings for Anakin were getting stronger. Her love for him was real, embracing his virtues and his faults. She loved Anakin Skywalker: the great hero of the Clone War, and Anakin Skywalker: the best friend she'd grown up with. Tahira's teaching may have helped her cope with the hardships of the war, but it was Anakin who helped her persevere them. His was the face that flashed before her eyes every time she was facing death. He had saved her so many times without even knowing it. Now, it was her turn to save him, from the Jedi Council and from the dark despair that would surely engulf him.
"Anakin," she whispered to the darkness, "just hold on a little while longer."