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Natalia's gone back.

[And he's... not sure how he even feels about that, especially since it's the second time now. He's not the sort to broadcast his feelings on the matter anyway, so he'll leave it at that.]

[Locked to Dist - 75% Unhackable]

If you've prepared everything you need, it's about time we meet.

[Asch won't be around the house much today; he'll probably be home late. His main haunts today will be the Battle Dome, the library, (maybe a quick bite to eat in the plaza |D) and finally Good Spirits to ~~sulk~~ read a book in a tucked-away corner of the bar. ...Though the amount of reading may decrease depending on what he's drinking over the course of the evening...

Oddly enough, Star the cheagle will be tagging along with him over the course of the day.]

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[Fail, Dist. That is not "nice". Then again Asch can't lecture him, since... he is not the nicest person ever.

...HE'D DO IT ANYWAY THOUGH except Star shakily pipes up that he's the original. And that... is not what Asch expected to hear.]

...What? I thought you were the replica!

As I expected... [Dist jots something down on the margin of his notes and looks at the cheagle again. Sorry, Asch, you're getting ignored for just a few minutes.] What became of your replica? Did it pass away? If you could, include details. ...And speak up, I dislike repeating myself.

[Asch waits a moment, then gives the cheagle a nudge when Star remains silent. Sullenly, the cheagle continues.]

I died first. Then I felt something warm, and I woke up... and my replica was gone.

[Dist looked mildly surprised when the cheagle explained. The replica passed away as well? So the original experienced the actual Big bang, but...survived? How? Hmm, peculiar.]

I see... Thank you. [He scribbles more down, and motions towards a bowel of greens set out for the little animal. He can eat if he wants.] And you, Asch? Are you experiencing instability? If so, how long has it been occurring?

[...Tch. So it's on him now, is it? Asch sets the cheagle down, ignoring him as he warily stares at the food for a while. His instability... well, that's a harder thing to gauge.]

My body's been feeling strange since the replica came back to Luceti. So... roughly five months.

[He's rather uncomfortable with the implications of that, but he doesn't speak up.]

[Five months...? Asch's dissonance could have been occurring for five months? That was, well...it wasn't seven years. Dist was still amazed Asch lasted that long, honestly, but meant told him nothing. For all Dist knew, Asch could begin to fade away at any moment.

He stood, prepared the items to draw blood, and approached Asch with the needle.]

What I can gather, your body had been relatively stable without the replica's presence, as your fonons had no place to disperse to. Once he was brought here was the moment your dissonance began, and your body's fonon began to separate. ...I can't tell you how to stop it, but you've proven to be rather stubborn when it comes to dying, Asch. I can at least determine the rate of which your fonons are fading, and I can possibly find a way to prolong the Big Bang for as long as I can.

Though that all depends on my finding with your blood. If your fonons are disappearing at a significant pace, there is not much I can do. [He pushed up his glasses, sighing.] ...Roll back your sleeve.

[Asch pauses, then reluctantly removes his glove and pushes aside the fabric of his uniform. He hadn't been looking forward to this at all. Seeking a distraction, Asch recalls that there was something else he'd had to tell Dist, so...]

There's something you should know- I already died here once. It's been more than two years now, according to Luceti's calendar. [He pauses, and then adds in a voice as neutral as he can make it-] My fonons separated entirely. There was no Big Bang.

What?! You...you--! How? What exactly happened?! Did your fonons flow into your replica? Was he here?

[Asch died, his fonons separated, but...no Big Bang? How? How was that possible?! Jade's theory was foolproof! If the replica was involved, that's what should have happened, and if not, then...then Asch shouldn't have been encountering any dissonance, either. That didn't make any sense!

Calming himself down a moment later, Dist sighed, and took Asch's arm, cleaning the area where he'd insert the needle first. He motioned for Asch to sit, or lay down. He'll feel a little faint afterward, and Dist wasn't about to go out of his way to catch him should he faint.]

...I'll be sure to make a note of that. Now, hold still...you may feel a bit light-headed afterward. You haven't eaten anything prior, have you? Or, say...the past twelve hours or so. [Because that'd compromise the blood test.]

It happened the same way it is now. My fonons had been separating for seven years already- the time I spent here just finished the process. [And now that he's been revived, and Luke returned, it's started all over again. Is he doomed to some kind of miserable, slow decline of death and rebirth now?

Seeking a distraction, he chooses to simply cooperate again, for the moment. Asch isn't about to lie down with Dist right there, but he does sit, refusing to watch.]

I haven't eaten, either. I came straight here.

[Hm, that didn't exactly answer his last question of if Asch's fonons flowed into the replica, but ascertaining that information would take questioning the actual replica, which he was not allowed to do...marvelous. Honestly, if he wasn't allowed to ask questions of the replica, how could he get any solid, factual information to work with? It'd be such a daunting, inconvenient task!

With a heavy sigh, Dist cataloged what Asch said to memory, instead going about with the process of drawing his blood once he was seated.]

...Good. If you had, our meeting today would have been for naught. You should be done in just a moment, though I suggest not moving afterward until you feel well enough. A few minutes should do it. [Dist finishes up, cleans the area again, and places a bit of gauze and bandage over it.] You might feel soreness and/or stiffness in your arm a few hours afterward. Bruising of the area is normal as well, and will fade quickly enough.

I'll get this sample tested immediately; stay here and don't move.

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[Unfortunately said replica wouldn't be able to answer that question, which is exactly why Asch had forbidden the asking. He's reluctant to stick around and wait, but he does want results. Dammit...

So he'll just sit there like a lump. An irritated, tired lump. B|]

[Patience is a virtue, Asch. 8|

Thankfully. Dist doesn't take longer than about twenty minutes and he's back looking a bit hopeful. Pleased, even, if only just a little bit. Once back, he looks Asch over to make sure he was awake enough to listen. Satisfied he was, Dist begins to explain his findings.]

I'm pleased to say, Asch, that the rate of your fonons' separation is dramatically slower than I had first anticipated. It's not exact, but I estimate that you'll have quite a few years to live, if you can withstand the constant pain of your dissonance. In light of the aforementioned, I'd like to check up on you routinely, to make absolutely certain that the rate of deterioration does not increase somehow.

I can also try to give you something to numb the constant pain, but don't count too much on that, I'm not a pharmacist.

[Years? Asch blinks at that, genuinely surprised. Not just one or something, but quite a few. It's a strange thing to imagine, especially when he'd felt his body already falling apart in Eldrant, only moments before he'd been brought to Luceti... is it this place? Because of Luceti itself? Or had his previous death given him some sort of extra time? The whole thing is baffling, and while he's not entirely sure he can even trust Dist or his research, an untrustworthy answer (an optimistic one, at that) is better than just... not knowing.

Belately he recalls that Dist had mentioned painkillers, and he nods slightly after some hesitation. He's doing his best to conceal it, but he'll probably be in shock for a while.

HIS MIND, SHE IS BLOWN.]

...Can you estimate what'll happen to my replica?

[Looking up from what he had recorded from going over Asch's blood work (to make sure everything was correct), Dist gave Asch a searching glance. It was very peculiar to hear Asch wondering about his replica in any sense, especially the replica's well being, but he'd remark about that some other time. It didn't have any relevancy to what they were discussing now, after all.]

Not without something to work with... I can't do anything with nothing, you see, especially since I've been forbidden to involve anyone but you, Asch. ...Though, if you can get me a sample - blood, hair, whatever - I can do my best to analyze it and give you whatever information I come up with.

[Rrrm. Back to that again, huh. Asch glances away for a moment, then nods.]

I'll bring you something. You can use that.

Very well. Whenever you acquire it, inform me immediately. [He pauses for a brief second, thinking to himself with a low hum.] And I'd like to schedule another meeting with you sometime in the future as well. Any time you're available, Asch? Or in a few months, perhaps?

Just tell me when you want me to come back, and I'll be here. You're the scientist.

Well, the moment you get a sample from your replica, deliver it to me and I'll get back to you like I said. As for you yourself...two months should be good enough time.

[Asch nods, sliding off the bed and bending his arm a few times to see how it feels. Decent enough, it seems; he hadn't wanted to lose feeling or let what Dist was doing make him ill.]

Is that all?

Yes, that should be all.

[He heads over toward the exit, opening the door there and motioning for Asch to promptly get out. 8| There's only so much Dist can stand of the jerk.]

[Asch isn't about to linger- Dist is the last person in the world he'd want to just "hang out" with. He retrieves Star - first by trying to coax the animal away from the lettuce, then just picking him up, ignoring the surprised yelp - and heads out the door ~~to go do battle with his stupid replica and get that blood sample~~.]

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