[ He could only hope that there was a tiny piece of that man who chose forgiveness in part to resist everything that Maul had come to stand for even as he died; and he could die with just a bit of his claw in one of those many wounds that he'd made. Because that's just the person he was. And so, with great tone of entertainment: ] One could hope.

[ And then a moment, and one more moment longer. ] But I asked. I— asked for it, Ezra. It meant something different then, I think. When death was so near. Now its harder to discern.