Rey grabs his arm, but it barely registers, and Anakin is glare white hot as he looks on the throne that would become the Chancellor's. A mentor, a father, a friend. All of it had meant nothing. And all of it was leading to this.

Call upon your fury! Rage is your weapon!

You are the most gifted Jedi I have ever met. I see you becoming the greatest of all the Jedi, Anakin.

Anakin's own eyes well with tears as Rey grabs him by the shoulders. She reminds him of Padmé, Leia and Ben, and the fire in his heart still burns hot as he thinks of what the Chancellor's plans meant for them. What if the Republic hadn't fallen? What if the Jedi hadn't been wiped out? Could they have grown up in a galaxy where there was peace?

"I trusted him!" Anakin shouts, and the ground seems to shift, the air electric. He feels Rey in the Force, but his rage clouds his focus, and her calming presence feels small and far away.

How many times had he doubted Obi-Wan because of a word from the Chancellor? Anakin can't even begin to count the number of times since the war began. He'd killed for the Chancellor, fought countless battles... Obi-Wan had nearly died. He'd played with their lives and won.

"I trusted him over Obi-Wan, over the council... it was all lies!"