[ He could retort that yeah, no shit a front-liner gets paired with some sort of support in any fight. Any kid who's played a single poorly-made RPG on their phone knows that much, and if that's the extent of the planning Silco has to offer, then they might as well just barge into every fight sans planning.

But for better or for worse, he's distracted from that shitty, bad-tempered retort by what Silco says next. ]

Drugs?

[ Gen's fairly street smart and savvy for his age, but even with his family's connections and his spotty history, he has his blind spots -- and hailing from the sticks of Japan as he does, he has a huge blind spot when it comes to illicit substances. Though he doesn't look uncomfortable about the subject per se, he does immediately look a little more uncertain, like he has less of a reference point when it comes to that line of thought. Gen frowns as he crosses his arms, canting his head to give Silco a dubious look. ]

What, so just get people so hopped up on shit that they can keep fighting out there regardless of how hurt they are? [ It sounds dangerous. But also ... maybe a small part of him is curious about the option. Fabric scuffs as he rubs at one arm, eyes narrowed. ] -- s'that smart? Planning on using shit like that. Sounds like it should be more of a last resort.

[ He says, like he knows jack shit about drugs. Maybe Silco can even detect a trace of that youthful, ignorant bluster to his words. ]