As they entered the hut, Maul noticed how bare it was. There was a table in one corner, with books scattered on top of it, and a separate room had a bathroom and refresher area.

"This place looks rather... pedestrian," Maul commented as he looked around. "Couldn't you have selected a more lively form of housing?"

"Perhaps," Obi-Wan mused aloud, moving to the table and picking up some of the books and organizing them, "But the goal is to stay undetected by the enemy. This location is remote, and safe from potential dangers."

"You Jedi are more cowardly than I thought," Maul said with slight amusement, "Why not kill the enemy before they find us?"

"That is not recommended," Obi-Wan stated. "Then they will follow you, and perhaps eventually find us here even quicker."

Maul shook his head in disbelief, muttering something about the Jedi and thier cowardess under his breath. He opened up one of the books on the table and skimmed through it, then set it back down.

"Your knowledge of the Force is impressive, however," Maul stated after a moment of thought, "It rivals my own."

Obi-Wan nodded absentmindedly, apparently deep in thought.

"Where shall I rest?" Maul asked, eyeing the bed in the corner.

"I will make accomodations for you shortly." Obi-Wan said, brushing sand from his cloak, "Did you have enough food to satiate your hunger?"

Maul nodded, anger suddenly sparking to life inside of him again. It annoyed him that he was letting this... walking piece of waste live. Kenobi should be dead and gone, just like the rest of those pathetic Jedi scum.

He decided to revisit those thoughts at a later date, and put them off for now.

"May I offer you something to drink?" Obi-Wan asked, puling out a small water flask from his cloak and holding it out to the Zabrak. "I do not have much in the way of refreshments, but I will remedy that tomorrow morning, if you choose to stay until then."

Maul eyed the flask wearily. A voice in his mind whispered that it could be poisoned, of course, though he didn't know why the former Jedi Master would want to kill him after this sickening display of hospitality he had shown him.

Obi-Wan stepped closer, flask still out and offered to him. When Maul did not accept the drink, he shrugged and put it away. "Very well then, it will be here if you need it at any point in the future."

"I require NOTHING from you, Jedi!" Maul spat at him, clenching his fists so hard his hands were shaking. "The Dark Side is all I will ever need! Its power is my nourishment!"

"You are wrong in that assessment," Obi-Wan said calmly. "The Dark Side drains the user, and decays the body. It corrupts and destroys, and eats at the soul until there is nothing left but a great, black hole yearning for endless power. It craves for something that it will never truly accomplish."

Maul snarled, hand gripping the thick steel of his lightsaber hilt on his belt. "What do you know of power? The Sith were always destined to destroy their true enemies! We are the DEFINITION of power!"

Obi-Wan sighed, looking down at Maul's lightsaber. "If you feel the need to resort to using your anger now, you will be undoing any progress that you have made tonight. You must cleanse yourself of such emotions."

"Do not lecture me, Kenobi!" Maul snapped, "I will not let your pitiful lies corrupt my thoughts. YOU are the reason my life is not what it was supposed to become!"

"Perhaps that is true," Obi-Wan agreed, "but it has the potential to become something even greater, now that you are free of Sidious' influence. He is a master manipulator, you know."

"You will not SPEAK of my Master!" Maul said, thumb hovering over the activation switch on his weapon, "I will deal with him in due time."

"I doubt you would survive if you attempted to pursue him," Obi-Wan said truthfully, "His army is in the millions. You would be overwhelmed and defeated."

Maul glared at him silently, then turned and headed towards the exit of the hut, activating his saber and slashing at the wall as he left, leaving a large, smouldering line across the entryway.

Obi-Wan sighed and briefly examined the damage to his hut, then walked outside. "Are you ready to depart? I suggest you wait until morning to ensure a strong mind and healthy body."

"I will return, as much as I loathe the idea," Maul said, voice dripping with frustration as he deactivated his lightsaber and put it back on his belt. "I desperately require space from you and your mindless philosophies."

Obi-Wan took out the flask and held it out to him. "If you insist on venturing out this late at night, take this with you."

Maul growled softly and snatched the flask from his adversary. "I should not have been so confident on Naboo all those years ago in battle."

"Overconfidence is a flaw of the Dark Side." Obi-Wan responded calmly, "One that you must overcome if you are to truly change your ways."

Maul ignored that statement and started to head out, but Obi-Wan stopped him again, gently touching his arm.

"Release me, or your limb will be lost," Maul spat at him.

Obi-Wan sighed and let go of Maul's arm, and he took off his cloak and held it in his hand. "You will need this for protection against the wind and cold."

Maul snorted in disgust. "I do not ever want your flimsy clothing, Kenobi. Do not ask or even allude to such things ever again. I have come prepared for such events."

"Very well, if you so insist," Obi-Wan said, slipping on his cloak again. "I wish you well on your journey, and hope that you reach your destination safely. I will prepare your resting place for the night while you are away."

Maul scoffed at him and turned away. "Your passive nature is what makes you weak," he said, finally trudging away from the hut and into the endless abyss that was the Tatooine desert.

When he was out of eyeshot of Kenobi, Maul took a drink of water from the flask.

After some time wandering, he saw a Sandcrawler moving slowly through the sand away from him. Maul grinned, excited by the idea of shedding blood to let out his building rage. He hadn't slaughtered anything in a few weeks, except for animals that were safe to eat.

He activated his lightsaber and pursued the large vehicle, envisioning the carnage he would cause.