[ Probably not a wise move, shifting any of his focus away from the confrontation. Because the moment he looks forward once more, Ernesto's going to find a fist flying right towards his face.

'Do what you need to do,' Ernesto had said. So he can't be too surprised by this turn of events, right?

The punch to the cheek was probably enough to throw him off-balance, and Gen quickly closes the distance between them to finish the job. His other hand tangles into the front of Ernesto's tattered robes, maintaining that hard grip as he kicks the man's feet out from under him, and he bears his weight down hard as he moves to pin Ernesto to the ground and straddle his waist. ]

You sound real sure of that. That you're leaving with them. Prove it. [ It's a challenge rather than a threat, Ernesto might notice. Like Gen's hungry for a fight. Further bolstered by the way Gen leans in close, staring darkly down the slope of his nose as he drawls in provocation: ] ... told you, didn't I. It's not worth trying to help people.

[ Does Ernesto regret it by now? Offering him that water? How does it feel, having his generosity repaid with violence? ]