Anakin could see that it made Rey feel better that she heard his opinion. But he shook his head. "My opinion isn't the one that matters. It's the person's who needs to feel safe."
He could guess what she would say to that. "You can think it's not fair." He shrugged. "Life isn't."
If life were fair, he'd have grown up with a father - and one that loved him, he and his mother wouldn't have lived in bone-hungry poverty, she wouldn't have died from cancer because it would have been caught in time, he'd still have a right arm and hand.
He wouldn't Dream he was a slave who grew up to be a monster.