"He may not be lost, just yet," Obi-Wan soothed, patting her back in gentle circles, "There are plenty here that had died in the memories of some, and yet still came out of the pods alive. I am one them."

Still mindfull of her grief, he waited a moment to give her time to collect herself, then carefully pried Alia off his shoulder, holding her own with both hands so that he could look at her very seriously, "Now, you must never lose hope. We can still fight, and we can win. All is not lost."