[He's quiet for what seems like an age, trying to work out how he feels about this. It makes an unsettled, heavy feeling rest in his stomach. He's not sure who he feels more sympathy for- the crystals used to make the lightsaber or what Maul has gone through to be able to pour that into them. ]

Well. That's...uh. That's a lot. To-to process. I think it's a little harder knowing it uh... you know. Killed me and everything.

[It makes the whole process a tad more personal. ]

I'm sorry, though. I...I know you've been through a lot already but this really...hammers that home. Maybe they find you because they think putting that into them might...help you carry it?