[ Tch. Fucking robot-ass motherfucker. Honestly, the worst type of person in the world to bully, because there's no good way to get a proper, satisfying reaction. Gen looks away with a huff at that milquetoast answer which says nothing -- frustratingly, implies no judgement -- as he fishes through his pocket
Victor probably won't approve of him smoking in here, but whatever. There's time before the actual procedure starts, and he needs the nicotine to soothe his nerves. Gen scowls as he parks a cigarette between his lips, digging through his pockets for his lighter next. ]
You're the one who said it. Gotta do what you gotta do.
[ It's not like he's looking for pain. A part of him did consider passing up this task. D's not wrong; it's probably an option that's still open. But ...
Gen stares darkly over the rest of the room as he finally retrieves his lighter, thumb simply resting against the wheel for a moment as he thinks. His next words are muttered quiet and muffled around his cigarette. ]
S'fine.
[ This is what feels right, in a way. What feels fair. ]
And what kind of idiot cares about the person about to do experiments on'em.
no subject
Victor probably won't approve of him smoking in here, but whatever. There's time before the actual procedure starts, and he needs the nicotine to soothe his nerves. Gen scowls as he parks a cigarette between his lips, digging through his pockets for his lighter next. ]
You're the one who said it. Gotta do what you gotta do.
[ It's not like he's looking for pain. A part of him did consider passing up this task. D's not wrong; it's probably an option that's still open. But ...
Gen stares darkly over the rest of the room as he finally retrieves his lighter, thumb simply resting against the wheel for a moment as he thinks. His next words are muttered quiet and muffled around his cigarette. ]
S'fine.
[ This is what feels right, in a way. What feels fair. ]
And what kind of idiot cares about the person about to do experiments on'em.