[ Yeah, Ernesto's observation that resistance doesn't accomplish much is fair enough. But then again, it's not like Gen's been deliberately picking fights or trying to get anything done in the first place -- it's more that he's been filled to the brim with resentment and anger since waking up in this place, and he can't help but bristle when the soldiers poke and prod and yank him around.
And so he huffs as he arduously drags himself into sitting position after his Nth scuffle with the guards, spitting blood from getting backhanded and fighting against the whip that keeps his hands tied before him. Exhausted as he is, he automatically tenses when the bread's held in his direction, fully prepared to snarl at the guards once more before he looks up and sees ... some dog-person(?) instead. ]
... yeah, no shit.
[ Ernesto's bright smile is answered with a surly stare, and Gen glances from him, to the bread he's holding out, then back with obvious caution, like he's expecting to get punked. ]
iib! but also ah, so excited to see the good lad!
And so he huffs as he arduously drags himself into sitting position after his Nth scuffle with the guards, spitting blood from getting backhanded and fighting against the whip that keeps his hands tied before him. Exhausted as he is, he automatically tenses when the bread's held in his direction, fully prepared to snarl at the guards once more before he looks up and sees ... some dog-person(?) instead. ]
... yeah, no shit.
[ Ernesto's bright smile is answered with a surly stare, and Gen glances from him, to the bread he's holding out, then back with obvious caution, like he's expecting to get punked. ]
What, is that thanks for the show?