Maul shrugs, eyes going faraway and expression turning a little sad as he thinks of the ghosts that still haunt him from his past. "It was. The last time I had friends before here, I was fifteen years old and forced to kill them all." No prizes for guessing who made him do that.

"It is still....difficult sometimes." Maul expects the worst out of everyone, that anyone he dares to trust will use what they know against him in the future. It's taken him two years to realize his friends won't do that to him and that anyone who would do so to begin with was never his friend in the first place.