[ Yeah, he absolutely tried to sock a guard and only got a punch to the sternum and a whip around his ankles for his troubles. So the evening finds Gen wearily sitting as far away from the campfire as he can while still leeching from its warmth, stomach growling because of course they decided he doesn't deserve his rations tonight -- recoiling with a wary stare when some dude he doesn't know approaches him.
He treats that innocuous offer of rations like it's poisoned, looking from Paul, down to those paltry rations, then back again. And even when his stomach gives another gurgle, he snaps rudely as if trying to cover up that pitiful sound: ]
What do you want from me, old man.
[ Obviously, someone offering to give their food away has to be looking for something in exchange. ]
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He treats that innocuous offer of rations like it's poisoned, looking from Paul, down to those paltry rations, then back again. And even when his stomach gives another gurgle, he snaps rudely as if trying to cover up that pitiful sound: ]
What do you want from me, old man.
[ Obviously, someone offering to give their food away has to be looking for something in exchange. ]