[ ... did this guy really just say that with a straight face? 'Life's unfair?' Gen makes a soft noise, a sort of muffled, incredulous snort -- then immediately regrets it, tasting blood at the back of his throat and wincing as a fresh wave of headache twinges through his temples. With how unsympathetic he keeps making himself seem, deliberate or not, it's probably for the best that he doesn't expect any sympathy from anyone in the first place. ]

'Call for backup.' [ He echoes that phrase dryly -- or as dryly as he can manage when he's still feeling so out of it. ] What d'you think I am, a soldier?

[ Still, getting those few minutes to sit still and regain his bearings have helped a lot, and Gen grunts as he wearily sits up on his own. Tiredly rubs a hand at his face, grimacing when his fingers come away sticky with mostly-dried blood caked across his lips and jaw. ]

Nobody has any reason to help me. [ He's not entirely lacking in self-awareness. ] Would've been a waste of energy. Unless you're gonna pretend you would've stepped in.

[ Yeah, right. ]