[Ezra is, in turn, also quiet for a long moment, trying to digest when...well, honestly, not a long speech for Maul -
But he sincerely believes Maul is digging down to pull out things he's been avoiding, so in this sense, that was a lot of words.
He replies, simply, slow but mostly even in tone-]
It would have been Anakin. Or if not him, someone else he thought he could get some new advantage out of. No matter what, he wouldn't have given - maybe he didn't promise things outright, but I'm sure he implied them. He never for one minute wanted you to be...a person, actual and whole.
He wouldn't have tolerated at his side, someone he believed could come out from his shadow, be his equal, or surpass him.
I think...if you keep looking, really looking, at yourself and everything around you, and be honest with yourself about what you see, you may find that, in fact, you can be all those things. Complete without him, and greater than him. Not in the way of the Sith, I suppose. But in your own way.
[Ezra believes Maul is all those things already - a whole person who isn't beholden to Sidious. But he needs time to see it.]
[ It was a lot of words. More words than he had intended to speak but they were words he'd been holding onto for longer than perhaps he knew; things he would have held on to even longer had his story not ended the way that it did. ]
Yes, well he did claim that we had become rivals. [ That ended with am amused chuckle, and funnier yet was that at the time he hadn't even considered the idea. His talk about how he'd done everything in service of Sidious was partially true. He'd indeed been seeking ways to once again prove himself a worthy apprentice. Foolish now when he thought about it. ]
[ But there was a pause; a surprise in how Ezra answered. Feelings that he thought not possible while still breathing and alive. Perhaps feelings that Ezra could feel. Things that weren't so dark. Hope, maybe? That ever elusive thing. He... doesn't say anything more. Words really wouldn't do any justice. And frankly he's still not at the stage where he can say Thank You yet, so. One was free to interpret the silence as such.
He was going to be his own person. Never too late, and besides fifty wasn't actually that old for a Zabrak. He just likes being dramatic. As he do. ]
[ Maul never thought of it beyond the fear that struck him when Sidious came to eradicate them. Though now, perhaps such a thing was worth feeling pride over. The Emperor thought HE was a rival. He could be more; be something different. He already had been so why not make another change?
Much to chew on; but he might have maybe smiled (gross). ] Good night, Ezra.
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But he sincerely believes Maul is digging down to pull out things he's been avoiding, so in this sense, that was a lot of words.
He replies, simply, slow but mostly even in tone-]
It would have been Anakin. Or if not him, someone else he thought he could get some new advantage out of. No matter what, he wouldn't have given - maybe he didn't promise things outright, but I'm sure he implied them. He never for one minute wanted you to be...a person, actual and whole.
He wouldn't have tolerated at his side, someone he believed could come out from his shadow, be his equal, or surpass him.
I think...if you keep looking, really looking, at yourself and everything around you, and be honest with yourself about what you see, you may find that, in fact, you can be all those things. Complete without him, and greater than him. Not in the way of the Sith, I suppose. But in your own way.
[Ezra believes Maul is all those things already - a whole person who isn't beholden to Sidious. But he needs time to see it.]
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Yes, well he did claim that we had become rivals. [ That ended with am amused chuckle, and funnier yet was that at the time he hadn't even considered the idea. His talk about how he'd done everything in service of Sidious was partially true. He'd indeed been seeking ways to once again prove himself a worthy apprentice. Foolish now when he thought about it. ]
[ But there was a pause; a surprise in how Ezra answered. Feelings that he thought not possible while still breathing and alive. Perhaps feelings that Ezra could feel. Things that weren't so dark. Hope, maybe? That ever elusive thing. He... doesn't say anything more. Words really wouldn't do any justice. And frankly he's still not at the stage where he can say Thank You yet, so. One was free to interpret the silence as such.
He was going to be his own person. Never too late, and besides fifty wasn't actually that old for a Zabrak. He just likes being dramatic. As he do. ]
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And stays silent for a short while, as he feels a small shift in the Force. Lets the moment rest. But eventually-]
I like my quiet early mornings. [And it is late - an explanation, before he says, voice heavy with warmth, because he's smiling-]
Good night, Maul.
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Much to chew on; but he might have maybe smiled (gross). ] Good night, Ezra.