Maul told Luz what had happened but of course did it in a manner that made himself come off as the victim in the whole affair, his own biased point-of-view coloring his words. "This was shortly after I went on my brainwashed killing spree and then cut Glitch's arm off. Apparently, they decided letting me live my own life was too burdensome for them to bear. That I hadn't been suitably 'punished enough' by either Deerington or its residents. Meddling in someone else's life must have been immensely satisfying for them or I don't think they would have been so keen to mess with mine." Even with the curse on him, Maul had been ready to beat the shit out of John Constantine until Obi-Wan had stepped in before he could knock any of the man's teeth right out of his head.

Maul scowled as he thought of the curse still upon him which prevented him from hurting anybody without feeling pain himself. "There was three of them that cast the spell which made it immensely powerful and it means I haven't found a way to break it, not in over eight months." Maul knew academically what he needed to do to break it. He had to feel true remorse for his actions. But emotionally? No, he hadn't been able to bring himself to be able to feel that for anything he'd done either in Deerington or here in Trench.