Vader would, only to extreme few (...one. sometimes two. three eventually, or four) admit he was the same as Anakin Skywalker. Some was Palpatine and carving away what was left of him to hide away. Some was psychological distancing so he needn't think of the Temple and children who knew him crying out in fear and betrayal, others running to him for protection only to be met with his saber, needn't deal with what he'd done.

But in his nightmares, he knows the truth.

Vader leaves Tech to deal with the mage, for now. Vader keeps Force pushing back, so hard that the dragon's claws dug deep, leaving furrows in the ground, still coughing and trying to clear it's mouth, when Vader reached sideways and hurled thick vine-line creeper vegetation from the rocks it was clinging and climbing on at it, allowing it crack like a whip and curl and tangle around the snout of the dragon who immediately began clawing at it in an attempt to free itself. Even making plaintive sounds at Silhara for help. Vader took advantage of the distraction to Force push Silhara.

Or Force-throw, really. He threw her with force and speed, at an angle that was meant to hurt considering he threw her at a particularly nasty patch of jagged and chipped rocks.

Thus done, Vader took steps closer to the dragon. Not hesitant, just firm. Plotting, but clear in what his intent was.

Get close to the dragon.