[She looks over to him, the way he can't meet her gaze and she makes a soft noise, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, approving or otherwise. Just a noise, acknowledging she heard him.

She moved over to the kitchen window, looking outside.

She's already said he was right about how much he's hurt her, she doesn't need to say it again.]

You know, you're voicing a question plenty of people have wanted to ask me, I imagine. [She rested her hands on the rim of the sink. She looked back over towards him.]

There is good in you, Maul. [It is said simply, but so resolutely that arguing with her would be pointless.]

It is small, frail, fluttering, and trampled on time and again but it is there.

[She finally turned completely towards him, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the sink. She moved one hand to hold it out and gestured to all of him.]

Many don't believe me when I say it is there. And after all of this, I may be one of the few left in this place who believes you have even a sliver of it. [She leaned forward.] Not even you believe it is there, which has been the problem this whole time, I suppose.

But I have seen what happens when what little good there is in someone is left in the dark, alone. I have seen what happens to the hearts of those whose good is snuffed out completely.

And I have killed those people, Maul, time and again.

I do not want that to happen to you, because I love you.

['And I've no desire to kill you,' was left hanging in the air, unsaid.]