"...what were their intentions?" Leading questions, spoken gently, Obi-Wan's eyes more on the drawing than on the man who drew it. Surviving something difficult, struggling through the aftermath-

He's familiar. It's uncomfortable.

"Is there anything you can recall in who else they took? What you had in common, where and how you were taken? Making note of what you saw- that was wise. Others may not have had the clarity of mind to do so." Now, he looks to Blake, eyes warm and weighty, voice gentle. "You've done well to recall this much."