He served his master. He fought for his master. He killed for his master.
A weapon of pure fear. A weapon of pure anger. A weapon of pure hate.
Maul. he ahs no need for any other name. He has no loved ones.
No home. No planet. Nowhere.
He doesn't care. He doesn't need to.
The only thing he cares about is his failure to his master.
He fears what his master would do.
He is angry at himself for failing.
He hates the jedi for what they have done.
His master. His master...
But he is more than that;
He raised him. He taught him. Praised him. Punished him.
He realises that for the first time ever;
He has no fear.
No suffering.
No hate.
No anger.
Just an amazing sence of freedom.
For the first time in along time he is happy, contented.
He served his master. He fought for his master. he died for his master.