[Wesker listens in silence, his impassive face thoughtful. A flicker of bioluminescence may flicker behind his lenses, in an odd show of something vaguely resembling pained compassion or concern. They mirror each other, in his mind, though Maul's path covers a far larger and expansive canvas, a galaxy versus a single world.]

...I have no words at the moment...

[It's the closest to "Gods, I'm sorry" that he can express.]