Maul couldn't hear precisely what the three were muttering behind him but he didn't care. What did matter is that the three were slow. "Are we all done having a chat back there? If you three want to dawdle, I'll go ahead and bring the board back when I find it." Maul's childhood had been taught learning that only the strong survived. Even here and learning about different kinds of strength, he couldn't help but still fall back on old lessons learned in a harsh, brutal manner long ago.

Besides, this jungle reminded him far too much of some of the places that Sidious would dump him off in as a child with little more instructions than simply to survive until he came back. Mau always did, of course, usually a little scrawnier and more beat up then when he'd started out as. But it wasn't easy being a child who wasn't even ten years old yet and forced to be on his own. Old memories like that were never far from the surface and Maul could never predict what kind of reaction he was going to have once they reached his consciousness.