Information for information. Yeah, Perrin gets it. He nods, thinking about how to explain it. He couldn't tell it like how he told his companions. For one, he's not somewhere comfortable and high as fuck.

Instead, he gives a little nod, pointing to the scars on his head. "Got turned into a Lobotomite by some guys after I got kidnapped." A beat. "Uh-- they're cyborgs, basically. Some of their people bits replaced by cybernetics - usually driven mad by it. So I was still pretty much myself, not... some dragon."