[ There is such a rawness to the admission that Obi-Wan cannot help the way everything in him softens around him. He wonders at what the next generation of Jedi might have been, if such open displays of affection and loss, would have been where they were headed. Looking back on it, he can't help but feel an uncomfortable sense of pride for the way those like Barris and Ahsoka and Anakin had spoken up, even if the results were not always... ideal. How much of that was the Council refusing to listen? How much of that was them desperately cleaving to ideals that were being smashed apart by Sidious? ]

No. [ He agrees kindly, because it is true. ] It only becomes easier to live with.

[ A beat: ]

I know it is not the same, but so long as I am able, I will be glad to offer you what guidance I can.