TPM Tatooine Rewrite: Through Glass
By: Syntyche
interlude
Love.
What an entertaining, charming, and utterly revolting concept.
The very idea that such a notion of a trite feeling toward another sparked violent warfare, drove beings to unparalleled heights, and inspired poets of countless races to pen tired, overused drivel on its seeming merits, was not a notion he had previously taken the time to consider.
Maul had never thought much to reflect on the nature of "love" – he could barely think the word itself without a twisted, amused sneer – but now he found that once he had begun to mull the concept over in his mind, he was fascinated by the idea.
And he had the Jedi to thank for his new preoccupation. How ironic.
He knew where the Jedi Master's thoughts had strayed during his last moments, had heard the name he murmured. It was quite nearly laughable to imagine his own master, Sidious, breathing his name before he died, wondering how he fared, concerned, even as the Dark Lord's lifeblood stole from his fatal wound, that he was leaving his apprentice to face the trials and heartaches of life alone.
Maul smiled maliciously. The Jedi weren't nearly as emotionless as they pretended to be – at least not Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, whose last thoughts had been for no one but his apprentice. It was touching, really. And so Maul had held the Jedi Master's head in his lap, studied the noble face, and promised the dying Jedi that he himself would take very good care of his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
It had been pleasing to see the terror in the Jedi Master's dimming eyes as Maul whispered his promise. It had felt good.
He had left the Jedi then, taking the lightsaber of his opponent and thinking it would be amusing to witness Kenobi's reaction to this physical confirmation of his Master's demise.
Love. Maul gave a delighted, theatrical shudder. How revolting.
His seeker droids had tracked the Padawan to Mos Espa, and his Interceptor would arrive within two days. Taking care of the queen and her Jedi escort had stolen him away from his other prey, but he tried to remain unconcerned; after all, Kenobi wasn't going anywhere. He would remain in Mos Espa, innocently awaiting the return of his master.
Innocent. It was amusing to think of Kenobi in that way. Innocently drowned in the Light, but not for much longer.
Not for much longer at all.
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