Finn backed off instantly, putting at least some distance between them. Fleeing was a good idea but only possible if Maul allowed it. And, really, that wasn't up Finn's alley anymore. At the same time, fighting Maul had enough downsides for him to not actually want to go through with it.

Besides, it was clear that he hadn't been the one to harm the native population with these crystals. He was... innocent? Which felt strange to consider but seemed to be true.

So, since he wasn't running or fighting, the Darksaber spun in his hand as Finn took a defensive stance. As much as he despised his old relationship with Maul, he couldn't exactly regret it. The Zabrak taught him many things and taught him well. Finn didn't have the Force and he wasn't as good with a lightsaber as one who had trained for years, but he knew his forms and was skilled enough to take on many strong fighters.

Just not this strong fighter.

"I did." His wish to kill Maul in those days wasn't exactly a secret, not even to Maul himself who seemed to think it was hilarious. Given the circumstances, it was. "I know who and what you are, what you're capable of. You don't remember the things that I do... so I shouldn't blame you for them."

But the hate goes nowhere, his stance not faltering, because every part of him wants to get rid of the threat now before history repeats itself. It'd be so stupid to let him live. But Finn isn't as strong as he once was. He has no choice but to let Maul live.

He has no idea how to be okay with that.

"I can't kill you. Why would I try?"