He gets the gist of it. There were after all, only a few things someone getting choked might say. Anakin doesn't know if he cares. He knows he should, knows that his actions should horrify him, but it's hard. He was losing people bit by bit and it was intolerable.

He throws Jason against a tree, loosens his grip against his neck in favour of stabbing the lightsaber into the bark inches away from his head. The wood doesn't catch fire immediately, but smoke curls around the blade.

"What if I don't want to?"