[ One, two restless, halting rounds of the room don't uncover any weak spots, and Gen looks over begrudgingly as Misa holds up her hand. The sight of her raw nailbeds makes his stomach churn, and he's quick to look away once more. Although -- so what if he looks away? It's not like it actually solves the matter at hand. ]

The hell kind of stupid question is that ...

[ At Kaeya's words, Gen finally turns away from where he'd been clawing at a clump of roots; his combative word choice contrasts against his tense tone of voice and nervously clenched jaw. ]

Who has body parts they're not attached to.

[ As he speaks, he can't help the way his hand shifts to grasp at the folds of his cloak where they fall over the remains of his left arm. Adapting to that loss had been difficult, to say the least, and the prospect of losing anything more has a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach even as his mind races over the options -- another finger? A toe? Ears? Just hair?

(-- no, surely something that paltry wouldn't work. Dext -- "the mute guy" is worth more than that. Though he wills himself not to think about it.)

He'd gone abruptly silent for a moment, and his face is a little paler when he meets the others' gaze once more. ]

... I can do it. Cut something off. But a memory -- ... [ He sounds clearly reluctant. ] -- I don't know about memories.