[ He'd rather die than admit it, but watching the pathetic, skittish way this guy looks around and fidgets reminds him a bit of a certain someone, and the thought makes his chest ache. Maybe that's why he decides to put up with this bullshit from a stranger instead of just bristling and scaring him off like he'd usually do. Or maybe he's just that tired.
Either way, Gen stares dead-eyed at Dextera's fumbling for just long enough that the poor guy must be expecting another grab-and-shake, before heaving a sigh. ]
... what about'em.
[ He half-heartedly holds up his bruised arm while glancing over his shoulder, towards the soldiers loitering a short distance away. ]
It's those bastards. They don't drop their guards easy.
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Either way, Gen stares dead-eyed at Dextera's fumbling for just long enough that the poor guy must be expecting another grab-and-shake, before heaving a sigh. ]
... what about'em.
[ He half-heartedly holds up his bruised arm while glancing over his shoulder, towards the soldiers loitering a short distance away. ]
It's those bastards. They don't drop their guards easy.