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[subject_013]

”Greetings. You’ve reached the voice mail of Albert Wesker. I can’t come to the phone right now, as I’m either at work in the laboratory or chasing some Beast off my roof. At the sound of the tone, please leave your name and number and a suitably short message and I’ll return your call as soon as possible.

“However, if you’re Chris Redfield, stay on the line….”

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[subject_013]

I'd ask the particulars, if you're willing to share. But since I've unloaded the burden of my life, I understand any hesitance.

We're kindred souls, if I might risk sounding sentimental. Though I suppose a stoical cynic is at heart a sentimentalist turned inside out.

[survivalthroughhate]

No, I can tell you of my past. I trust you.

[Such simple words, those last three, but there are many here who Maul has known for a great length of time who haven't earned them from him.]

I was born on the planet Dathomir. When I tell people I was practically born on the Dark Side of the Force, it is not mere hyperbole. Dathomir is a nexus for the Dark Side and it is stronger there than in other places in the galaxy. Those who live there are immune to the effects but outsiders oftentimes go mad if they stay for prolonged periods. I was born to Talzin, the leader of our particular clan of Nightkin. I was her firstborn, favorite, and heir. It was a simple life there with her and Savage but I was happy. I suspect she would have taught me how to use my Force powers so that I could become leader in her stead eventually but it was not to be. My master came. He claimed he would let her become his apprentice but he lied. His focus was on me from the very start. He saw my power and my youth and knew he could mold me into what he wanted in a way he never could with a grown woman.

Eventually, after he'd seen to it that I was put through enough pain to put anger into my hearts, he took me away to become his apprentice. He broke me down over and over again in so many ways until all that remained were shattered pieces. Then he built me back up into what he wanted: an assassin to do his bidding. No compassion, no remorse, no thoughts of my own. He saw to use me as a man uses a beast of burden, driving it on and on until it is of no further use and must be disposed of. But when he thought me dead after I dueled Kenobi and lost, he thought me dead. Without a second thought, he abandoned me, leaving me to find my own way in the galaxy after that.

[subject_013]

[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.]

[survivalthroughhate]

That is alright. Sometimes words are not needed.

[He and Wesker understand each other quite well, so he knows the lack of saying anything isn't because Wesker doesn't feel something after he's told him the story of his life.]

[subject_013]

I may not be the most compassionate nor empathetic person, however... there is a duty of care which an adult has to a child in their charge. And the adults in whose charge they were failed in that care. Nor did they have much concern for those in whose charge we rightly belonged.

[It's the best definition he can bring to the mirrored fates and paths they endured.]

[survivalthroughhate]

Yes, that is a good way of putting it. My master failed me in every way a person can fail a child who is supposed to be under their care. He never should have been allowed to be in charge of a tooka cat, let alone another person.

[subject_013]

[With the wryest smirk.]

I've heard the phrase 'shouldn't be put in charge of a potted plant', but either one would fit. I'm sure our respective keepers would fail to tend either creature properly.

[survivalthroughhate]

Perish the thought but I think they might actually get along if they had ever met.

[Both Maul's and Wesker's keepers definitely were on the same wavelength of how to use people for their own gains.]

[subject_013]

I would rather not imagine what horrific plan they might formulate, were they to cross paths and share their visions with each other.

[survivalthroughhate]

Knowing them, it probably something that would have ruined many more lives before they inevitably stabbed one another in the back. I'm sure they're both burning in Hell instead.

[subject_013]

Perhaps they've met there and are sharing the same fiery oubliette, sniping at each other for failing to see they'd become the architects of their own respective demises, that a weapon with a mind can and will turn on you.

Wrap?

[survivalthroughhate]

Here is to living lives far better than they ever wanted for either of us.

[Snow had told him living well was the best thing to be done instead of dwelling on the past and so Maul is attempting to do so.]

Re: Wrap?

[subject_013]

((OOC: Good place to leave them!))