He was doing fine, up until that question was posed. Nightmares. "Two decades have passed for me since that day. I have many fresher visions to haunt my sleep."
But even as he said the words, he could feel that fire, feel the heat of the flames. Anakin did something he hadn't expected to ever do in front of this man. He shut his eyes.
Fire. Flame. "Yes," he said at last, his voice softened, but still carrying on the quiet night air to the ears of his former master. "The fire still haunts me."