[ Gen easily ignores the first bit, instead focusing on yanking a few frilly, ceremonial robes out of the way and dumping them on the floor so he can more easily look through the other garments. There isn't much that looks promising, and he gives an irritable huff as he digs himself deeper into the stacks of clothes, looking for anything that might be useful.
But he does stiffen visibly at what Anders says next, shooting the man a death glare over his shoulder. While he'd previously seemed grumpy and irate, it's clear that Anders has actually struck a nerve this time, and Gen bristles with silent rage for a moment, hand curling into the robe he'd been tugging aside until the fabric scrunches up in his fist.
-- why should he give a shit about other people's suffering, when he's always had to endure alone? What the hell does he owe other people? Who the hell does this sanctimonious bastard think he is, giving him this holier-than-thou bullshit?
The mention of his injured leg doesn't help matters. ]
And what of it?
[ The garment and its hanger hit the floor with a soft flump as Gen promptly whirls around to face Anders, bristling with caution even as he obviously favors one leg over the other; his hand's immediately come to rest at the handle of the mace hanging at his belt. ]
I've cave your face in if you think I'm an easy mark just 'cause I'm injured.
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But he does stiffen visibly at what Anders says next, shooting the man a death glare over his shoulder. While he'd previously seemed grumpy and irate, it's clear that Anders has actually struck a nerve this time, and Gen bristles with silent rage for a moment, hand curling into the robe he'd been tugging aside until the fabric scrunches up in his fist.
-- why should he give a shit about other people's suffering, when he's always had to endure alone? What the hell does he owe other people? Who the hell does this sanctimonious bastard think he is, giving him this holier-than-thou bullshit?
The mention of his injured leg doesn't help matters. ]
And what of it?
[ The garment and its hanger hit the floor with a soft flump as Gen promptly whirls around to face Anders, bristling with caution even as he obviously favors one leg over the other; his hand's immediately come to rest at the handle of the mace hanging at his belt. ]
I've cave your face in if you think I'm an easy mark just 'cause I'm injured.