A faint smile flickered in the corner of Anakin's lips. "Yes. Obi-Wan survived. Master Yoda as well. Many were lost, but there were survivors, Jedi who were able to defeat or evade their troops. Perhaps a hundred, give or take." The faint smile faded. "Several were tracked down and killed in the years that followed. But many remained hidden. They might have ventured out again after the Emperor was destroyed, but I do not know for certain. Still, the Jedi survived."
He stood a bit taller, proud of this part, because even in those darkest years, his son had shone brightly. "Obi-Wan was watching after my son, Luke, on Tatooine. He taught Luke the ways of the Force. And my son became a Jedi. The Emperor thought to turn him, even to replace me, but Luke refused. He called himself a Jedi, 'like my father before me'." Anakin looked to the ground. "After all I'd done, he still thought there was good in me."
Taking a breath, he continued. "When Luke refused, Palpatine decided to kill him. He kept using lightning on him. Luke cried out to me for help. I couldn't watch him die. No more than I could see his mother die. So I picked up the Emperor and threw him into the reactor shaft. The lightning crippled the mechanics of my suit, but Luke was safe. That was enough. My son was safe."