[Dist certainly does stare, and even cocks a brow in mild shock and confusion...but other than closing his eyes and pushing up his glasses, he says nothing, and presses their business onward. That's how the God-general worked best, after all, without knowing each others' backgrounds. And what business of Dist's was it to inquire about Asch's scars? He didn't care half as much as the young man's friends...though he was curious, and assuming the worst. What secrets are you keeping from everyone, Asch?]

I'll take your sample when you deliver your replica's. If I do so now, it may be compromised. [If you give him a blood sample, that is.] From your replica, a mere hair sample will suffice, so there's no need to go stabbing him again,Asch. Now, hold still a moment...

[And Dist will then place the heart monitors on Asch's body. At least he's taking care not to touch those scars too much. Isn't he such a nice guy?]