Being near the Jedi produced an odd feeling in Maul. His tension at being in this enclosed space didn't disappear, but it began to die down, the same way loud music on a radio would quiet when a dial was turned. Interesting. Very Interesting.

Maul first gave Luke a withering stare as he repeated what the Zabrak had just said. Keep up, dumb Jedi. Then he chuckled deeply at Luke's speculation of their history together. "Indeed. We have both left our marks on each other."

He gestured down to his waist and legs. "He once cut me entirely in half. I survived through relying on the Dark Side of the Force. And since that time, I have sworn that I will seek revenge on him until he has been put through as much pain as I have." He certainly sounded like the worst sort of Sith imaginable, but beneath the anger, there was something else. Luke, being who he was, might sense it: pain. Terrible pain that had lasted a lifetime, someone who had been hurt so much they only knew how to deal with it by lashing out at everyone else around them.