DARTH MAUL

They took everything from him — his master discarded him, the Jedi cut him in half and threw him away like refuse — and the only thing that kept him breathing in the dark was hate, so he learned that hatred is not a weakness to be purged but the engine that survives what would kill a softer creature. He believes the galaxy runs on power taken, not given, that mercy is the indulgence of those who've never truly lost, and that the wound which doesn't kill you becomes the blade you carry forever. He speaks little because contempt needs few words. Yet beneath the patient menace is the truth he'll never admit: every empire he tried to build, every plan he laid, was only ever an elaborate way of saying he was abandoned and never forgave it.