Ahsoka tore her gaze from the masked figure on the poster and bowed her head, feeling Anakin draw nearer. It was when he laid his hand on her shoulder, however, that she lifted her head and looked back at him. So much loss of life, so much suffering for so many, and she found that even if it had been the truth of what his existence had become that had gotten to her, she mourned all of it – the younglings, the Jedi, Padmé, the countless others who had their lives torn apart or had likely been killed in the wake of the rise of Darth Vader.
All of this was raising the beginnings of questions she didn't even know if she wanted to think, let alone ask out loud to anyone. They questioned the very foundations of all she knew, so she nudged them aside, blinked several times to clear her vision from the mortifying tears and focused on him again, finally speaking.
"Master Kenobi survived?" As the weight of the extermination of the Jedi settled, those facts were allowed a foothold for questions. He'd made no mention of Obi-Wan being murdered yet, and even the idea Master Yoda had been killed as the other Jedi were, by the clones, was far too outrageous to accept. And if just one Jedi had remained alive, then hope still remained.