In front of Anakin, there's a precipice. While he may not be immediately aware of it, there's some part of him that knows he cannot allow himself to tip over it. He'd pushed that part of him aside on the Invisible Hand, just as he'd done on Tatooine, leaving behind a decimated Tusken camp, and a fallen Sith.

He'd looked over the edge then; it was easy to give himself over to it. It's almost the same as right now. The anger, the betrayal... he knows how it feels to simply give himself over to it.

But again, a wave of emotion rises to meet his anger. A calmness and a peace that he finds himself unable to ignore. Not as he sees the vision of Obi-Wan, of Leia... and of man he has yet to meet. He reminds Anakin so very much of Padmé, that Anakin knows instantly who it must be.

He calms, the ground around them settling, Anakin's own anger subsiding. He doesn't bother to wipe the tears from his eyes as he finally turns away from the throne, unable to look at it for a second longer.