Anakin feels it in the Force, that brief flash of rage from Rey, that glimpse of power that begins to fade into the background almost instantly. It feels familiar, reminding of moments he's lost himself in it.

Anakin deactivates his saber and frowns, turning to look at the stone chair for a long moment. It looks ancient and evil, and he doesn't think he's ever seen anything quite like it.

"No," Anakin replies, "No, I don't."

He pauses, and a knot forms in his stomach before he speaks again.

"Do you?"