[ Even from behind that mop of ridiculous red hair is unmistakable it makes him seethe. It makes him what to sink a knife into his freckled back. But Dagan reminds himself that A: this is a very public place, and B: What good would it do him right now other then a pinch of catharsis?

No for now he observes him for a moment or two, inching quietly behind him until he hears that quite frankly ridiculous question. He hadn't been planning on revealing himself but sometimes he just can't help but to speak. ]

You've been watching it for how long and you haven't worked it out yet? There's no playing, there's just loosing. The dice are clearly loaded. How did you manage to knock me out on Koboh if you can't put simple things like this together?

[ Because he's alive and being lightsabered in the gut and shot was obviously all part of an illusion. ]