They were necessary but brutal. Which so many lessons had been. Guilt could be crushing and it could be, if there wasn't something he could do about it. "I will. I'll...make this up to them, somehow." Vows were not things to be made lightly, they were weighty, meaningful things. And this he vowed.

"How. Who is he." He knew himself too well to think his twin was being casual rather than elusive. He didn't actually think of it in terms of a different name (Maul was Maul, after all) but the name twisted his gut a little, a warning. Danger.