Obi-Wan understood what she was saying, in among the tale she was sharing, but he knew he wasn't in a place to completely embrace the lesson. Perhaps after some meditation and a bit of time to clear his head.

"Thank you," he said in a quiet, rough voice. "For sharing something so personal with me." When they were only just starting to know one another.

He took another moment, sipped on his tea and then pointed out the unalterable fact.

"All my trusted friends are dead," Obi-Wan said in a tone of solemn acceptance. "The others look at me as if I should have these answers, they call me Master and General and it is like a knife twisting in my heart. It is not their problem, it is mine. I need to figure out how to get past it."