[Dist gives a dry kind of snort, lifting his head to sneer down at his journal.]

...You assume too much. Those were my given orders - to create a replica from you. If anything, I'd have left you alone to save the headache I've gained from you presently. But if you don't want my help, then so be it, though I would have thought you'd put a greater value on your life, Asch. It is none of my concern whether you die or not.