[ Ugh, like he cares for that pretense at resigned acceptance, acting all noble and mature. Gen gives an unseen roll of the eyes, though the note of derision comes across clear in his voice even without the visual cue. ]

Yeah, well I don't remember seeing a lotta babies that need glasses off the bat, either. You got the short end of the stick.

[ It's not so much mocking as it is needlessly blunt, insensitive in the way that so many petulant, wannabe-toughguy teenagers are.

But it's followed by the faint rustle of movement as Gen shifts where he sits to glance towards the nearest guards. They're standing some distance away, occupied handing out rations, and Gen squints at them for a moment before adding at a lower murmur, quiet enough that they won't be overheard: ]

... could you still fight like you did that time if I knocked one of those assholes over for you?