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He is holding a familiar lightsaber in his hand.
He tries to reach into the Force.
All he senses is pain.
A pure sense of loss and pain radiates from the cylindrical object in his hand.
He comes to only one conclusion.
Rage builds beneath his scarred skin.
Maul.
The name resonates within him like a curse.
Maul did this.
Beneath his helmet, yellow eyes glow with pure power.
I will find you.
He vows silently.
I will kill you.
