Falanor looked back and forth at the accusations floating back and forth. Stroking his beard with his forefinger and thumb he mulled over the heavy decisions that awaited him. "Perhaps...perhaps we are moving too quickly with our judgements, my fellow Jedi." Sighing softly as he heard the names be bandied about, "LunarSage, is there, perhaps no recourse in your decision? Are you sure, truly so, that Aiden is the one?"
Looking at the man accused, "And you, Starlequin? Why so quick to judge Kythia on just a suspicion?" With a glance to the Wookie, a hand raised as if to signal for a question, and a shake a the head to dismiss trying to dissuade himself of potentially riling up such a powerful creature. "But, I suppose there is no way to get around this, is there? No...Justice must be...served."
"With a heavy burden we must put one of us on trial," Falanor said, his eyes looking at each Jedi in turn before falling upon Ryven. "I wish there was another way..."