[ It's not like he really wants to scare Dextera, or hurt him. It's just -- anger has always been so difficult for him to contain, especially when he's agitated. Especially when he's anxious. And just the sight of that younger version of himself out of the corner of his vision has his nerves bristling hard enough that he responds to Dextera's meek response with a sharp bark of laughter. ]
And how're you gonna talk to it?
[ It's shitty, he knows. It's a low blow even for him, prodding at the fact that Dextera can't speak.
A shiver of regret and guilt almost immediately cuts through that heady curtain of bloodlust, if only for a moment, before Gen attempts to squelch it. And while he can't bring himself to apologize or admit he was wrong ... he does glower at Dextera for a only moment longer before looking away. Biting at his lip in thought before muttering, ]
... fine. You can do what you want. [ Even if the prospect of letting Dextera interact with another version of himself has his gut churning uneasily. Gen keeps his gaze averted. ] But if it doesn't work, we're doing it my way.
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And how're you gonna talk to it?
[ It's shitty, he knows. It's a low blow even for him, prodding at the fact that Dextera can't speak.
A shiver of regret and guilt almost immediately cuts through that heady curtain of bloodlust, if only for a moment, before Gen attempts to squelch it. And while he can't bring himself to apologize or admit he was wrong ... he does glower at Dextera for a only moment longer before looking away. Biting at his lip in thought before muttering, ]
... fine. You can do what you want. [ Even if the prospect of letting Dextera interact with another version of himself has his gut churning uneasily. Gen keeps his gaze averted. ] But if it doesn't work, we're doing it my way.