[ Were he fully lucid, Gen probably would've bitched more about Amos drinking from the flask instead of getting his own goddamn drink. So it's probably for the best that he's too tired to care about something of that caliber, reaching forward to take it without comment when Amos hands it over; he takes a long drink before coming up with a hard gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He's still clearly disoriented and exhausted, but at least he's regained a little bit of the clarity and focus in his gaze.

Which, honestly, is sorely needed at the moment, because he fixes Amos with an incredulous stare as he blurts out, ]

-- you would've tried to kill'em?

[ Notably, he doesn't sound horrified or scandalized by the prospect. Just dubious. And there's only a brief pause before he corrects himself at a brusque deadpan, lest Amos get the wrong impression that he's weak or soft. ]

Seems hasty. I assumed she would've wanted them alive, after spending all that time keeping'em trapped in that cave. [ Does he sound defensive? Maybe just a little bit. After all, it's not like he has any real experience with serious fights, anything beyond the level of what small-town thugs and delinquents would be dealing with. ] I figured just beating the shit out of'em and handing them over would've been enough.

[ Which he failed at. Embarrassingly. Thinking about it is mortifying now that he's starting to regain the ability to piece together his thoughts, and Gen sighs as he slumps back against the cave wall. ]

... whatever. No skin off my back if she gives you shit for sitting around doing fuck-all during this, I guess.