Rey clicks off her own saber and watches Anakin as he stares at the throne, taking in his reaction. He truly doesn't seem to recognize it, and she swallows hard as she steps up next to him. Again, she has to work out what exactly she can tell him, while making sure to lock away what she can't somewhere deep in her mind. She doesn't think that Anakin would pry, but she doesn't want to risk him picking up on a stray thought.

"I do," she says after a long moment, jaw working as she blinks the rain out of her eyes. "It is the Throne of the Sith. The Emperor's throne."

Her grip tightens on the hilt of her saber, and her other hand curls into a fist at her side. He doesn't look at Anakin, only the throne, and grits out the name. "Palpatine."