[ Haha. He saw that flinch. Maybe getting stuck in this shithole will have been a little bit worth it if he can hypothetically add 'made a demon flinch' to his mental resume.
And on some level, Gen knows prodding at a so-called-demon is a monumentally stupid move in the event that this guy's really telling the truth. He knows he shouldn't be so quick to make enemies of unknown caliber in a place like this where he has no resources, no connections, nothing at all to defend himself with, but ... it's kind of freeing, having nothing left to lose. Sure, why not. He'll antagonize this pretty-boy demon for a few moments longer just for the immediate rush, to distract himself from the miserable circumstances and the ache of the bruises he earned from those guards. And if he manages to properly earn this guy's ire from all this shit-talking, then. Well.
If he dies because of it later, then he dies. ]
Yeah? All that tells me is that it doesn't matter what you were before ending up here -- we're all the same sad sacks here.
[ That said, his gaze hardens a bit as Makoto continues. Spouts some bullshit about 'anything' the heart desires. Some of that insufferable, arrogant confidence seeps out of his expression, replaced by something much colder, and Gen meets Makoto's gaze flatly for a moment before lying: ]
Don't have anything like that.
[ Or, well. Maybe it's it's true. After all, the person he wants more than anything is probably dead, embraced lovingly in the arms of another. The thought grates at his nerves, whatever endorphin rush he'd gotten from bullying a reaction out of Makoto rapidly fading, and Gen looks away as he scuffs a hand through his hair. Though it's not like he's necessarily scared of the way that Makoto looks at him, hand propping up his chin like he's some insufferable scientist observing a sample, the fact remains that Gen isn't particularly eager to pursue this line of conversation. So he switches tack. ]
Point is, we're not on Earth at the moment ... I think. So all your talk about 'anything' [ he does a half-hearted job of mocking Makoto's cadence with that word, just obnoxious enough to be annoying but not quite there in terms of being truly grating ] doesn't mean much, yeah? Aren't you just the same as being human again? Or whatever you were before you 'became a demon.' Just with weird eyes and faster healing. Fat load of good that's gonna do you.
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And on some level, Gen knows prodding at a so-called-demon is a monumentally stupid move in the event that this guy's really telling the truth. He knows he shouldn't be so quick to make enemies of unknown caliber in a place like this where he has no resources, no connections, nothing at all to defend himself with, but ... it's kind of freeing, having nothing left to lose. Sure, why not. He'll antagonize this pretty-boy demon for a few moments longer just for the immediate rush, to distract himself from the miserable circumstances and the ache of the bruises he earned from those guards. And if he manages to properly earn this guy's ire from all this shit-talking, then. Well.
If he dies because of it later, then he dies. ]
Yeah? All that tells me is that it doesn't matter what you were before ending up here -- we're all the same sad sacks here.
[ That said, his gaze hardens a bit as Makoto continues. Spouts some bullshit about 'anything' the heart desires. Some of that insufferable, arrogant confidence seeps out of his expression, replaced by something much colder, and Gen meets Makoto's gaze flatly for a moment before lying: ]
Don't have anything like that.
[ Or, well. Maybe it's it's true. After all, the person he wants more than anything is probably dead, embraced lovingly in the arms of another. The thought grates at his nerves, whatever endorphin rush he'd gotten from bullying a reaction out of Makoto rapidly fading, and Gen looks away as he scuffs a hand through his hair. Though it's not like he's necessarily scared of the way that Makoto looks at him, hand propping up his chin like he's some insufferable scientist observing a sample, the fact remains that Gen isn't particularly eager to pursue this line of conversation. So he switches tack. ]
Point is, we're not on Earth at the moment ... I think. So all your talk about 'anything' [ he does a half-hearted job of mocking Makoto's cadence with that word, just obnoxious enough to be annoying but not quite there in terms of being truly grating ] doesn't mean much, yeah? Aren't you just the same as being human again? Or whatever you were before you 'became a demon.' Just with weird eyes and faster healing. Fat load of good that's gonna do you.