[Ahsoka's whole body practically droops. She looks abjectly miserable.]

... I didn't. For all the effort I spent breaking out of prison, trying to track the culprit down... all I ended up doing was further incriminating myself.

I contacted Barriss-- my best friend back at the Temple-- for information. We'd fought together side by side in the war for years. I trusted that she'd help, that she wouldn't tell anyone. Sure enough, she said she'd done some digging for me, found out the location of the warehouse where our original now-dead suspect got her bomb from. I thought-- great, you know? I could go there, see if I could find any clues. Once I got there, though... the Clone Troopers came in hot on my tail and I was recaptured. This time in the vicinity of the same bombs that had been used to bomb the Temple.

In the end... it was my master was able to see what I couldn't. Or... wouldn't, maybe. That Barriss had sent me there deliberately, planning for me to be recaptured in that location, adding more damning evidence against me.