[ It's not often that people actually call him out on his attitude; people back in his hometown had known better than to pick fights with him, and most of the other Aions he's gotten to know have either been remarkably patient with him or simply clashed heads with him straight-on. So that rebuttal from Matt earns a weary blink. Gen cants his head as he gives Matt a skeptical look, tangled strands of his hair falling over his face. ]

What're taking things all personally for?

[ Said like a filthy hypocrite, because god knows he would have bristled aggressively if someone else had dared say something like that to his face. But maybe that's to be expected -- Gen is hot-headed and shitty and self-absorbed in all the typical ways a teenager is.

He's just also dealing with things no normal teenager should have to deal with.

Clothes rustle as Gen sits back on his haunches with an indignant huff. ]

You think you're so fucking special for learning to deal with your shit? You're not. And if you can, then so can I. S'just what I gotta do, so.

[ So he'll do it. Like everything else he's accepted as things he simply 'has to do.' ]