[ The only way he's ever grieved in his entire life was to get angry about it and seek revenge and as much as he loathed the idea that Sidious was right about something (and he was right about a lot of things), it did never work in Maul's favor. And then he spent so much time on Dathomir and when he was there it was studying the Nightsisters for theirs was a power he did not understand. He still knew almost nothing about his own people. He blames the fact that he's even thinking about this on Kenobi. ]

No. [ A pause. Oh, whatever. It is slow again, measured, coming with the same sort of jagged and cautious cadence as their conversation often took at the Prancing Pony. As if he wasn't sure how the weight of honesty felt in his mouth. ] When we found one another on Malachor, what I really wanted was a — [ Brother. It had been said, but he needed to. Drive it home, he supposed. ] I am — [ Nope, still can't. ] It wasn't— I shouldn't have expected that.

[ Oh, boy. That was hard. That was so hard, haha. But damned if he wont spite everything that ever hurt him and if that meant doing exactly the opposite of everything he's ever done than so be it. Anyway, he heard that disbelief. ] You are wise, Ezra.