[Obi-Wan feels that flash of anger but there's no reason to comment on it. Rogue's not a Jedi, so he's not going to hold her to the same standard, and Obi-Wan himself can't deny anger too... he's able to keep it in control and recognize it for what it is, but it's there.

At the mention of loss, his eyes close a moment. Nearly every person he's ever cared for, considered family, outside of Master Yoda, they're all dead. And Anakin may as well be. All he's left is Luke and Leia.] I do have hope. If I didn't... [He shakes his head.] Well, let's just be glad that I do.

[Obi-Wan's lips purse, thinking on Rogue's.] I'm not sure where to begin. [He glances around to where they are, other people still around at the party and Rogue still in his lap.] But perhaps this is a conversation better had elsewhere?