He had little intention of fighting anyone. He easily acquised when Obi-Wan had taken him from the burning heat and brought him back to the Temple, a heavy burden clouding their friendship throughout the entire journey. There had been no illusion in his mind that things could go back to what they once had been. He had taken innocent lives and he expected to pay for it. Despite his Master's claims that Palpatine had been pulling strings all along, he found it hard to believe that he was not also to blame. He only knew of the dark thoughts of his own mind, the blood coating his own hands.
They had been kind to him even now, the guards bringing him to the little room he was to be held in. They brought him food and water and made sure he was comfortable. He wondered if Padmé had anything to do with the comforts he was being treated to. Despite the soft bed he still woke from horrific nightmares in which his wife screamed his name. He longed to see her but he feared what she would think when she saw him. He only remained a shadow of what he once was, if he had been anything at all.
He felt the most at peace he ever had. Sometimes he meditated, knowing that Obi-wan would be rolling his eyes somewhere. There was little else to do here. When they told him the Emperor was on trial he felt a protective anger rise up within him. Despite the accusations that he had been controlling him, Anakin could not shake the memories of Palpatine's kindness. He had treated Anakin as someone important who would be powerful and wise with the right training. He had basked in the seemingly unending attention granted to him. He realised now that perhaps Obi Wan had been right. As for Padmé, he didn't want to question her love for him but the thoughts crept up on his mind regardless.
He tried to bury the regrets he felt under the Force but it seemed they were one and the same and could not be quelled. Anakin was sure that the people he loved most were beginning to regret ever knowing him and no amount of meditation could ease that fear.