[ It takes another long moment of staring, brow lowered and eyes narrowed, but Gen does manage to get the gist of what Dextera's trying to say this time. Although maybe it's not really for the better. ]

... what, you saying I shouldn't fight them?

[ There's a clear note of derision in his voice, and Gen gives a disdainful scoff as he withdraws his arm once more. ]

The fuck is it with you people here just lying down and taking it. So scared of a few bruises ... [ Though his words are a little undermined by the way he listlessly rubs at the worst of the abrasions on his arm. ] Who knows what those assholes are planning. 'm not just gonna let it happen.