At the judgmental tone he hears from Asajj, his wings press in close against his back and his tail tucks in close to one of his legs. Maul is not bothered one bit by what the people here think. What do they know? But to be judged by a Nightsister, one of his own kin, that actually hurts a little bit.

"Most of it is the result of a curse cast upon me," he explains. "If there is a way to break it, I have yet to find it. But my eyes--" The Zabrak shudders at the very memory of what happened. "--There were evil creatures here. They tore them out."

Which sounds a lot more dramatic and cool then simply stating evil faeries had gotten the better of him.