Aravis' POV
Obi, Anakin, and I ran into the vestibule to see Qui-Gon laying on the floor breathing heavily and Nimowae at his side looking a mix between livid and worried. So many things were running through my mind, I must have looked awful, like I had just seen a ghost, because frankly, I had. One from my past, one I had never hoped to see again. Obi and Anakin knelt beside of Qui-Gon and Nimowae and I hung back, almost too ashamed to be near my friends, all Jedi like me, I was ashamed, of what had happened. I tuned out their words until I heard a question from Obi that I was the only one who could answer.
"What was it?" He had asked.
I felt my face turn red and tears well up in my eyes, I listened as Qui-Gon said that he could only assume it was a Sith Lord, he was right, but that wasn't all he was.
Very quietly, I said "He's..."
They all turned toward me and I came close to losing my nerve, but their faces held anger and curiosity and I could keep the secret no longer.
I looked down and mumbled, "He was my brother."
A silence as loud as a thunderstorm rang in the room, and though my head was down, I could feel their eyes on me and their mouths hanging open.
I looked up to see Nimowae looking at me and I could stand it no longer when I saw ObiWan's face looking at me as well. I let the tears fall, and with a small sob, I left their company, wanting to be alone, yet wanting to have a friend, the problem was, I may have just lost the only ones I really trusted.