[So the clone believed him. He hadn't been certain he would. Maul wasn't sure what good it would do for Rex to possess this knowledge. Palpatine had made certain all those who knew his true identity had their days numbered. He wasn't surprised whatever clone had learned his secrets had paid for it with his life.]

The Sith learned long ago how to conceal our dark signatures in the Force. We would not have survived if we remained out in the open. No one can tell anything is amiss with him, not unless he wants them to. Can you not tell the difference in mine?

[On Mandalore, Maul's signature had been muted, like trying to see what lay beyond thick smoke or fog, thinking what was being seen was merely a small campfire. Unable to access the Force right now, what had seemed small before was revealed to be more like a wildfire blazing out of control and consuming everything in its path. Even to one not sensitive to the Force, the difference was noticeable, given just how dark Maul's presence really ran.]