The words struck Anakin like a thousand knives tearing into his heart. They twisted and he found himself staring at Obi-Wan in disbelief. This could not be true. None of it. Palpatine was his friend, his mentor, the person he could talk to about almost anything. He trusted him. There's no way he could be the darkness they sought.

And him? Turning to the darkside?

Anakin took a step back. The emotions overloaded his mind, swelling it with fear, confusion and other thoughts.

"No. No. You're mistaken. That would never happen. I -- No. Palpatine is my friend he'd never turn on us. And I would never --" He wanted to explode. Call Obi-Wan a liar. Scream at him to stop making things up.

Why would he say this? Why?

"This isn't true. You're simply mistaken. Confused. That's all," he continued, trying to justify everything said. It was the only way his mind could make sense of it all. The only way he could cope with what he was just told.

"Everything is fine. You'll see when we get back. This place, it has corrupted your mind somehow."