"No, I suppose not. He's dramatic like that," Maul said with a bit of snark. Really, Anakin seemed to thrive off of drama. Maul wondered if he'd ever been normal or always been this way.

The Zabrak thought hard about his answer. Anything to do with his master was always going to trigger him. That's just the way it was. Some mental scars could never be healed and that was one of them. But at the same time, he knew what Luke was going to show him couldn't hurt him. Palpatine was dead by everything he'd been told by people in the future. He couldn't hurt him.

A mere memory couldn't come after him, terrorize his adopted son like he'd done for so much of Maul's life. Perhaps facing this could help bring him some closure and remind him that Sidious could never touch him here in his new life in the city. He finally nodded to Luke. "Alright. I'll do it. Just don't mind my fear." Luke had already gotten a very small taste of it just from the brief flash of memory, the visceral reaction it had produced in Maul. This time he could control it better given he knew what was coming. The Sith Lord sat back down on the ground. This seemed best like something to be done when he wasn't standing up.