Tannusen would do whatever it took to not, in any way, become his father. Anything. Full stop.

If that meant he had to beat himself into the dirt, that was a very small price to pay. And even this 'good' version didn't have a problem with the idea, honestly. Good fights were hard to come by; who better to match him than himself?

But right now, his focus was on this strange, soft-spoken Cassian. Okay, that was weird. Tannusen stared for a brief moment in surprise, then lifted a hand to touch that terrible haircut. Had he done that himself? Why? And where had the thick accent gone?

"Did I what?" he asked, distracted, and then glanced around them. "Oh, the Wyrd? No. That was the other one. I followed him here." That was a far less alarming way to put it than 'guessed where he was going and went there too'.

Then, because he was honestly just that confused, "What happened to your head?"