Padmé shook her head, her thoughts flashing back to that terrible day, that terrible frozen moment when Anakin had confessed his slaughter of the Sand People. “He won’t listen to me,” she said, blinking back tears. “Once he’s decided something, he won’t listen to anyone.” Thrawn was silent a moment. “Then there’s indeed nothing we can do.”
His Worst Flaw -- as in it makes no sense
