[Kim can tell it's not meant as an insult; he still has a mental shitkid to Revacholian dictionary, after all. In fact, he just smirks. Blunt or not, it's truer than Gen realizes.
Kim follows his gaze, for all the good it does him. The shapes of their captors at least stand out by color. With all the arrivals in light, dingy robes, their armored presence is darker and larger.
At Gen's suggestion, however, Kim pointedly turns his eyes from the guards again.]
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Kim follows his gaze, for all the good it does him. The shapes of their captors at least stand out by color. With all the arrivals in light, dingy robes, their armored presence is darker and larger.
At Gen's suggestion, however, Kim pointedly turns his eyes from the guards again.]
To what end?