Obi-Wan thinks to himself of Makashi, Form II, and how he'd thought the namesake was little more than a myth to those whole practice the tactics in his own time. He almost mourns for his inability to visit the archives and look into the subject a little deeper, always one to be fascinated by the strange and obscure, particularly with regard to the Force.

"We seem to have all had our fair share of that," he responds to Luke's point, rueful in a way that feels as much of him now as any of his Jedi training. After all of these years at war, all Kenobi can think is how he would very much like to live the remainder of his life without incident, without seeing strife at every turn.

He shuffles a few papers on his way past and then glances back at Luke. "You married the enemy?" It's not quite amusement in his voice, and he most certainly isn't judging Skywalker for it, but that's certainly what it sounds like.