[ The switch in positions happens so abruptly his head spins. The one-two punch of being slammed onto his back followed by the grab at his throat and the knee pressing against his chest is enough to knock the air from him, and Gen's forced to listen to Barnaby's words in silence, at least while he catches his breath. ]

... fuck you. [ But even reedy and hissed past gritted teeth, his retort is furious. ] I haven't given up on anything, you sanctimonious fuck!

[ There's the scuff of his boots against the floor as he tries to wrench himself out from under Barnaby's weight, hands grappling with Barnaby's forearm. And while that might accomplish relatively little, the tremor that words through the floor below them is a little more foreboding, accompanied by the furious snarl of his words. ]

I don't want to hear that from some half-assed hero who'd abandon his own partner for money! I've always done what I have to do!