Maul held on to Dogma the entire night. The little Clone didn't seem to mind actually, but he seemed a bit embarrassed. As soon as Maul had woken up, Savage had wanted to talk to him. The two Nightbrothers went to find a secluded area to talk, Savage couldn't stop smiling. "Brother! I had a dream about my mate!" The yellow Zabrak said. "He's a Clone, but he seems wonderful! He has the most beautiful brown eyes and-". Maul cut him off, "A Clone? If he's anything like Dogma, you're going to have a fantastic mate." Maul said with a smile. Savage was jumping up and down, still very happy. "I can't wait to meet him! This Clone looks like perfection." Savage said happily. Maul raised a brow, "Isn't that the whole point of Clones? Being perfection? One of the reasons I want to destroy the Jedi, they're hypocrites the whole lot of them. They say they'll protect any life form, but aren't Clones life forms? Beings with feelings and memories." Maul growled. After that lovely conversation, Maul left to hunt down breakfast for him and his mate. Dogma will be happy that I caught the food for him. He's going to love it! Maul thought. Nightbrothers loved being able to provide for their mates, and Maul was no exception.