Desperation. The word caught a chuckle in his throat because, well, there was a piece of him that'd thought the same. He wanted to keep that to himself if only to bask in the possibility. As touching as their last moment had been, Maul was still... Maul. There was something else, though. He couldn't put words to it just yet. Something not so gleeful. Nevertheless, the anger and grief did not surprise him but the frustration made him curious.

"I loathe to think that Kenobi would break when I'd spent so much of my life trying to achieve such a thing." No, no he doesn't think he's going to hide that. It sounded a bit amused but also there was an earnest sadness. Ah, yes. That's what it was. And even more complicated emotions. Stay tuned. You will find, young Skywalker, that Maul was a conflicted sort. So very clearly entrenched in the dark side, and yet.