[A part of Obi-Wan just wants to cover his ears and ignore all of this. But that’s not the Jedi way. It’s not the responsible way.]

I know. You’re right. She needs to be taught.

[Then he turns, a glimmer of panic in his blue eyes as he looks at Ezra.]

She needs a master. But… I can’t. After what you’ve told me? About what happens to Anakin? How could I teach his daughter? She deserves better than what I can offer.