[ There's no real understanding as to what's going on, to why she's seeing this. But the memory plays anyway, and she's quiet and still as she watches. She recogises the child, remembers how he'd been with her when they'd interacted back at the start of the year. The initial scene leaves her with a bitter taste in her mouth as he cradles his wrist, she doesn't like where this is going.
And it becomes clear: this is his Master. He was the one who did this. A punishment—? Luna inhales sharply, her expression grim. That is no punishment for a child. The actions, the manipulation, is horrifying. Luna has felt anger towards Maul, after what happened to Willow she could perhaps consider it hatred — but here she feels anger on his behalf, towards this vile creature of a caretaker.
For a long time afterwards, she just sits there, shaking with that outrage — but otherwise calm. She's not sure what to do. It would be dishonest to say nothing. She's seen something so intimate, so horrible. She doubts he'll take the revelation well. Perhaps it better to text him — offering the space of it over something more direct: ]
Maul. I've been sent a transmission, a memory of your childhood. [ She lets that there for a good few minutes before she adds: ]
No child should be punished like that. That wasn't love, nor care. [ And yet she couldn't mistake the look of adoration on young Maul's face. She remembers how he'd been with her, pleased with praise, awed by Moon Presence. ] You were a good child, and he did you wrong.
god, i'm sorry it took me so long to get to this
And it becomes clear: this is his Master. He was the one who did this. A punishment—? Luna inhales sharply, her expression grim. That is no punishment for a child. The actions, the manipulation, is horrifying. Luna has felt anger towards Maul, after what happened to Willow she could perhaps consider it hatred — but here she feels anger on his behalf, towards this vile creature of a caretaker.
For a long time afterwards, she just sits there, shaking with that outrage — but otherwise calm. She's not sure what to do. It would be dishonest to say nothing. She's seen something so intimate, so horrible. She doubts he'll take the revelation well. Perhaps it better to text him — offering the space of it over something more direct: ]
Maul. I've been sent a transmission, a memory of your childhood. [ She lets that there for a good few minutes before she adds: ]
No child should be punished like that. That wasn't love, nor care. [ And yet she couldn't mistake the look of adoration on young Maul's face. She remembers how he'd been with her, pleased with praise, awed by Moon Presence. ] You were a good child, and he did you wrong.