Dolores looked at the book on the table, and reached out to pull it towards her. She ran her fingers over the front cover, opening it just to glance at the first page, and then looked at Obi-Wan again. She'd done the opposite from Obi-Wan- she'd started with books of people she knew, and then read her own. It had been far more difficult for her to open up her own book than anyone else's.
Looking down at Luke Skywalker's book, she realized she didn't know that much about Obi-Wan's life. There were some things she didn't prod about, because she knew they must be difficult to talk about, and the people and responsibilities he'd left behind were part of that. The hotel had given all of them the opportunity to know more about their lives, the the lives of other, than they ever should have been able to. It was hard to resist that, regardless of personal beliefs.
"We don't know if we'll ever leave here, or when. We don't know what we will or won't remember, or if we'll go back to what we left. We don't really know anythin'."
Dolores paused, looking down at the book in front of her, before he pushed it slowly back towards him. She wasn't trying to push him one way or another. She was offering her perspective. Her books had been difficult to read, but they were her books. It was her life, and she'd never been able to know so much about it before. The hotel had granted them that unique opportunity.
"Maybe you shouldn't read into the future. I've never had one to worry about messin' with. But we've been given a chance to learn so much this week, and we may never have it again."