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He doesn't understand the tirade as the man storms away, apparently disgusted by the situation now, but he isn't sorry to see him go. He starts to assess his injuries, gauging whether he can move on or if he should simply wait here to die — and quickly concludes that the latter fits his current situation. Perhaps once the wounds close, he can risk going to find Phillip and Maman — but not now.
Except then his attacker comes stomping back, carrying... something. He hits the ground with a huff as he's shoved, hackles bristling a little from the pain, but he doesn't fight back. The feeling is fading now, as it always does, settling into a dull ache all over — and for some reason, it doesn't seem like the pale stranger is about to attack again. His next words confirm it, confusing as the situation is. It takes him a moment to find the words to respond. You — why did you attack me? He's too confused to be angry anymore, and the emotion colors his tone; a rare occasion, but he can hardly keep his guard up between all the emotional whiplash and, y'know, bleeding out everywhere.