One night he hears of a Sith named Darth Vader and when he first sees a picture of him he cant find it in himself to know who this person is, so different is it to the man he knew and loved. Everything about him doesn't fit the image in his head of the man he used to know, were once the face was so expressive, now there is only a black expressionless mask. He thinks (perhaps it is console himself or perhaps it is preserve the memory of Anakin) that the Anakin Skywalker he knew is dead. For a moment he does feel better but it is only for a moment as he now wishes that he had killed Darth Vader on Mustafar.
One of the reasons why he doesn't like to sleep at night is because he is haunted by that man with the golden eyes and golden hair who had killed the younglings at the temple. He dreams of how he had cut off this man's limbs and how afterwards how the fire had licked at his body like fire licks at newspaper. He thinks in the morning how much it must have hurt. When he was a boy his history teacher said that they used to burn heretics at the stake.
He remembers how he had once said to Anakin how dreams pass in times and he wonders whether this dream will pass. Something tells him this dream will not pass until he is dead and buried. When he cannot find any of the candles he thinks (only for a moment though) that he wants to be dead and buried, then he remembers the baby called Luke and the thought passes from his mind.
He wonders whether Anakin (if he is still alive) knows he has a son and a daughter and he wishes that he does (he doubt that he does though), but knows he for sure he doesn't want the Sith they call Darth Vader to track them down.