If it was as simple as just leaving, believe me, I already would have done it by now. The fox wishes for us to talk about our feelings, I assume in response to the ghosts which are haunting us here.

[Maul’s disdainful tone showed just what he thought of that kind of idea. But he’d done this so often now over the past five years that he’d more than given up on trying to struggle out of or find a way to leave these sorts of circumstances without participating. He looked over at Dabi with his strange Sith-yellow eyes.]

Go ahead. You’re certainly not going to get out of here by burning the place down.