[Anger, judgment, and grief he could all stand. But this quiet disappointment is somehow worse. Maul shifts uncomfortably for a moment before going on, wondering why he cares about what the young Jedi thinks of him so much. Perhaps it is because he is the first person from Maul's world not to judge him or care about his past dark deeds, a rarity he's found even with his friends here in town.]

One week. He will be very ill with something called the Death Flu and likely bedridden for the entire time he has it. Sometimes it lasts a week, sometimes a month. And there will be a ghost of his death that will replay endlessly in the spot where I killed him.