[Vyng patiently listens to the explanation. With each second, their last conversation on the beach gains more clarity. Maul described it as a Sith tradition back then, too. Before that point, Vyng had simply considered their tenants to be one half of a whole: The dark to the light, the two philosophies' existence forever entwined. But knowingly depriving other entities of their autonomy isn't something Vyng can condone. Maul isn't some parasite or fungus driven to take over its host by design — he's a man capable of saying "no".

And yet, no rush of anger or indignation flows through Vyng's veins. Maybe when he was younger, he might have allowed self-righteousness to take over. More than anything, he pities them — both Maul and the crystals he's chained with his own misery.]

That sounds exhausting. [His words are quiet and measured.] Why waste the energy, when you can find a crystal that's willing to help you? What does dominating them like this prove?