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She had enough energy to wriggle out from under him, and he wondered if she'd stubborly keep fighting. Fortunately for both of them, she didn't. He blinked at what she had to say after all that.

'Fun'? 'Respect'? He parroted, incredulous. I nearly killed you, you berk! That wasn't supposed to be fun! Have you no instinct for self-preservation? How did you make it this far?! Ugh. This woman was stricken with madness, and it frustrated him to no end that she was too daft to be afraid of him. He'd rather she hate him. At least then he'd feel like he shook her somewhat.

Black Hat was reminded of someone hauntingly similar in that regard, and he resisted the urge to shiver in disgust. Gah, now he was thinking about that broad, who he couldn't help but liken to the one before him. The last thing he needed was another one of her in his life. The satisfaction he gained from besting her was muddled by her ignorant tenacity, not to mention the deep wounds he suffered from the fray.

In the end, he was left utterly dissatisfied. How ironic. He'd spent enough time dawdling here; it was time to leave. Wordlessly, he limped off, shaking his head in disappointment. What a riot.