Once the water had boiled, Maul filled up two mugs, setting one in front of Imperius. He told him the brief story of how he'd come to this point in the decision-making process.

"My saberstaff. There's four crystals within it. I didn't kill any Jedi to get them, my master thought I was too young for that when it came time to build my saber. So they called out and came to me when I went searching for them. I bled them all. At the time it's what I needed, for them to help carry some of my anger, pain, and hate. But lately....I don't need that anymore. Much of what I've carried around for so long I've been able to finally address head-on and put to rest."

He knew Imperius had been there for part of when he'd faced off against Sidious, how he'd overcome his fear of his monstrous former master. "I've been thinking of seeking out a way to purify them." He'd mostly been staring down and now looked up at this last part to gauge Imperius's reaction.