Savage closed his eyes in pleasure at the familiar gesture, a low purr sounding from his throat. Such a simple, common gesture that meant so much to him as it wasn't one that they shared until he had come to Deerington and Trench.

"And that decade isn't worth living through, is it?" He could imagine that Maul had continued with the crime syndicate, but likely his brother had given up on a fulfilling life. After the eradication of the Nightkin on Dathomir, it was probably unlikely that Maul could have ever returned home and found a satisfying place. He wondered if his brother was doomed to wander the galaxy searching for some way to strike back at that old master. "You have a home, kin, a mate, and friendship here, brother. You have no more lessons to learn in our galaxy. You have a place here." That much was obvious, but perhaps the Force had to hear that and leave his brother alone.

He nudged their foreheads up a bit, then he stepped up further to lift his head away only to return it so his chin rested on the top of Maul's head. He could feel the press of horns to his throat and didn't mind. "Neither of us have lessons to learn back there anymore."