[After Sidious had been forced from using his body, Savage had needed time to recover from the ordeal. He had suddenly come to an understanding what terrible potential Mother Talzin had given him, what sort of Dark Side techniques existed and could be used by his hand if he could just... reach out and take it. And he had wanted to hurt Sidious like it was the only thing left in his life.
It didn't happen. He hadn't the strength to do more than be assisted home once it was all over. Despite being someone who had suffered so many abuses at the hands of the other Nightkin, the Sith, and the general populous of many planets, he felt raw with what he had suffered.
Maul clucking after his every step no matter where he went was all that probably kept him from wandering into the woods to lay waste to a huge swath of life there. Instead, he settled into letting his brother fuss at him, quieter than usual (if that was even possible) and recovering his strength and maybe some of his fray dignity.
He listened to Maul telling the tale, and on some level, he found it deeply satisfying that his brother had finally taken steps to push back completely against the old Master. He stared at the ceiling above, mismatched hands folded on his bare stomach, and he was nodding along with the beats of the story.]
He wasn't expecting you to mount such opposition. He might have been faintly impressed with it.
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It didn't happen. He hadn't the strength to do more than be assisted home once it was all over. Despite being someone who had suffered so many abuses at the hands of the other Nightkin, the Sith, and the general populous of many planets, he felt raw with what he had suffered.
Maul clucking after his every step no matter where he went was all that probably kept him from wandering into the woods to lay waste to a huge swath of life there. Instead, he settled into letting his brother fuss at him, quieter than usual (if that was even possible) and recovering his strength and maybe some of his fray dignity.
He listened to Maul telling the tale, and on some level, he found it deeply satisfying that his brother had finally taken steps to push back completely against the old Master. He stared at the ceiling above, mismatched hands folded on his bare stomach, and he was nodding along with the beats of the story.]
He wasn't expecting you to mount such opposition. He might have been faintly impressed with it.