[Where Perhin had been mocking him before - aggravated, but still mocking - he is simply unhappy. The bat is thrown far away enough to force the other to run off to get it back, leaving nothing but space and the heavy rain between them for now. He waits, breathing in and out through his teeth, hair out of place, clothes stained by blood and weighed down by water. He is a perfectly disarranged picture of formality irritably thinking about how he'll have to make a discreet return to his property.]
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Do you know... who I am?