"That's not fair-" Anakin cut himself off, even as his cheeks burned. Losing Tup and fives as he had, seeing Fives so wreaked had hurt. It still hurt. "Of course he could-" But it is just another slave chip isn't it? And Anakin is the one in power, ultimately. It's a feeling he very much doesn't like, cold and slimy and sinking in his gut, twisting and making him feel distinctly ill.

But then his head bobs up, sharp eyed and focused. "Sidious." It's not a question, it's a demand.