... s ... trong. ... er. [ Gen slowly, wearily strings those letters together as Dextera writes them. Thinks over it for a half-second as he tries to figure out what's the point, then gives Dextera a look like he's said something monumentally stupid. ] You think I didn't know that?
[ He's brash but not an idiot, he thinks, like an idiot. Gen's well aware that he doesn't stand a chance against that number of men even if they were unarmed, let alone wielding those strange whips. But even so ... He squints at Dextera for a moment, as if resenting him for putting that concept into concrete words, before looking away. Something about the blank look in his eyes is hard to meet for long. ]
Don't care. Can't stand this shit. If I can knock'em down a peg for even a second, I'll take it.
[ Spite. It's the sort of immature spite so common in youths. But it's bolstered by a heavy undercurrent of something much darker. The sort of brutish recklessness that can only come from people who think they have nothing more left to lose. ]
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[ He's brash but not an idiot, he thinks, like an idiot. Gen's well aware that he doesn't stand a chance against that number of men even if they were unarmed, let alone wielding those strange whips. But even so ... He squints at Dextera for a moment, as if resenting him for putting that concept into concrete words, before looking away. Something about the blank look in his eyes is hard to meet for long. ]
Don't care. Can't stand this shit. If I can knock'em down a peg for even a second, I'll take it.
[ Spite. It's the sort of immature spite so common in youths. But it's bolstered by a heavy undercurrent of something much darker. The sort of brutish recklessness that can only come from people who think they have nothing more left to lose. ]