[Asch glares after her for a moment. He's supposed to accept help from him- no, her? What the hell? After everything Dist did to him? That's it.]

Even if you did examine me, just to let me know how oh-so fragile my body apparently is, what the hell do you think you're going to do for me? Tell me what's going to start failing first? Guess at how long I've got left? You can't stop it, no one can! All you can do is give me a life sentence. I don't need that kind of cheap favour!