[ On some level, he knows what Dokja is doing. Knows that this is a man scrabbling for room to breathe, trying to turn the tables to avoid being targeted any longer. Gen knows he should ignore it all and keep pushing forth, keep making it clear just how pathetic Dokja is, and that everyone knows it.
He knows that.
But something about that gleam in Dokja's eyes makes his nerves stand on end -- with anger, he thinks, though he can't be sure -- and Gen finds himself bristling before he can stop himself. ]
-- right about what?
[ The mention of the shrine does have him glancing ever so briefly at his surroundings, but he doesn't dare let his focus stray from Dokja for more than the span of a heartbeat. Whatever connection Dokja has made is lost on him, and his voice pitches into an irate snarl, harsh around the edges. ]
Like I'll buy into your stupid bluff! Really scrambling for options, aren't you!
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He knows that.
But something about that gleam in Dokja's eyes makes his nerves stand on end -- with anger, he thinks, though he can't be sure -- and Gen finds himself bristling before he can stop himself. ]
-- right about what?
[ The mention of the shrine does have him glancing ever so briefly at his surroundings, but he doesn't dare let his focus stray from Dokja for more than the span of a heartbeat. Whatever connection Dokja has made is lost on him, and his voice pitches into an irate snarl, harsh around the edges. ]
Like I'll buy into your stupid bluff! Really scrambling for options, aren't you!