Maul woke up long before Obi-Wan did. His limbs felt stiff as he laid facing the ceiling with Obi-Wan curled up to him. His mind was foggy as if he was still dreaming. The soft glow of the rising sun shone delicately in his new room. The bleak brown walls and flooring seemed to blend together as dust slowly danced through the air. It seemed like a memory instead of what was happening in the present.

Sitting up, Maul shifted his gaze from the lackluster room to the Jedi sleeping in the soft light,  highlighting his tan clothing to seem closer to an off-white as the dust made it seem like his clothes were glowing. He sat there for countless minutes unable to say anything and his muscles refusing his mind's demand to move. As he watched Obi-Wan sleep, he took notice of the similar garments he was wearing. He guessed it was the only thing around since he remembered it was the first thing Obi-Wan found in the room.

How strange, Maul thought, do all of the rooms in this rebel base have Jedi clothing? After Maul's quick thought he found himself able to move to the edge of the bed and hang his legs over. They had felt heavier than he remembered. Maul looked back over to Obi-Wan then hung his head down as he sighed and remembered he lost the fight. Obi-Wan wasn't his anymore. His brother must be cruel allowing Obi-Wan one last night with him. Was it mercy his brother had for doing this or was it torture by hanging his old mate in front of him not allowed to touch him unless he wants another fight. Maul was sure he would lose again. Maul couldn't remember much of the fight or how much damage he done or how close he was to some kind of victory. He remembered the biting, wrestling, them tossing each other around, bones breaking and both of them in the medical room. He remembers losing so why didn't his brother kill him? Why did his brother leave him alive with the chance that Maul might want to fight again and regain Obi-Wan as his mate? Was it his brother wanting to be cruel? Did he seem too pathetic to kill? Or was it Obi-Wan? Could his old mate just not bare to see him killed? Or was his old mate as cruel as his brother?

Maul stood from the creaky bed, his feet barely lifting from ground as he moved to the room's exit. Taking one last look back, Maul noticed no change in Obi-Wan's sleeping form. He took a deep and lifted his head, straightening his body. If there's one thing he remembered from his days before the torture, he held himself as if nothing bothered him as if he was above everyone. If he encountered his brother, he couldn't let him know how he was feeling. No one could know.