Maul turns away from the sight of Wesker. It’s not at all the first time he’s ever killed someone or even done a mercy killing. He’d performed one on Lance in Deerington towards the end, though that had more been out of a sense of petulance than anything else given Maul was sulking over how he’d perceived people had been treating him But this….ending the life of someone in such a manner, even if it was done to end their suffering, it felt just a bit different than what Maul was used to.

One hand balls into a fist and slams into a wall. This shouldn’t have to be his decision at all. It is unfair to expect him to make it. But there is nothing else he can do. He can free Wesker and hope the man’s natural abilities help him to regenerate enough to make it out of here. But that’s assuming the zealots won’t catch them again. Maybe….maybe death really will be a relief in the end.

He turns back towards Wesker, a look of determination and strength as hard as a kyber crystal coming into his eyes. “Know that I take no joy in what I have to do.” Maul goes over to Wesker, placing his clawed hands by his neck. “Do you want me to tell anyone else what has happened?” He asks quietly.