[ Great. There's two completely disparate flavors of bullshit he's dealing with right now.

Gen pauses, face scrunching up in obvious disdain before he puts down his boot just so he can press the point of his knuckles between his brows to try and quell the headache building up somewhere between his eyeballs.

Then, to Morgan: ]

Okay, so you're a child soldier.

[ Fantasy or sci-fi? Doesn't matter, they're both fucked up. ('Lord Chrom' sounds more fantasy, though.) Then he starts turning towards Sebastian, brow furrowed deeply as he opens his mouth to say something -- then changes his mind to look back to Morgan, pointing rudely at Sebastian as he snaps, ]

You're not gonna question why the hell this guy knows exactly what's the best part of your body to cut off in this scenario? Really? Didn't you just say you're a tactician?

[ He says, like he's not pointing right at Sebastian, who's in the room right there with them??? ]