Ha ha, Cassian couldn't break into his own house nearly as fast as both tigers had done it. Loser.

Tannusen levered himself down to sit next to his worse half, who was barely conscious from the force of that shotgun blast on top of all the other damage taken. He set his claws against the other's throat. "I'd much rather see us both dead," he wheezed out to his doppelganger, "than let you turn us into anything even resembling that thing."

But there was no more time; Cassian was probably halfway up the stairs already, it had taken him so long to make it over to his clone! The tiger dug his claws in and ripped, pulling out the entire front of his twin's throat.