Obi-Wan starts out strong and Blake doesn't feel so concerned about sharing, but the topic changes and all Blake can think about is how he doesn't have any answers. How he's not sure he ever will. He doesn't feel like he did well, even if there's no denying that he played an integral part. Certainly he could have done better. But that's neither here tomorrow.

"Barely had time to make a friend before I got taken," he says, diverting from the hollow feeling the man's compliment brings to the surface. He's never been all that great at accepting praise, genuine or otherwise, and that's not going to change because of a couple good decisions he made. Hasn't helped yet.

"May wanna ask 'round, though," Blake adds, not wanting to appear unhelpful. He looks down at the Leosylph and as he scratches under its chin, it leans into the attention. "Sure someone out there's got some answers for you."