[The use of his old name - at least, its use in a non-weaponized context - takes Dist completely by surprise. He'd been expecting a fight, another argument about how Edward wasn't wrong at all.
His expression is unreadable for a few moments, but then he takes another swig from the bottle, then draws his knees up and buries his face in his arms.]
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His expression is unreadable for a few moments, but then he takes another swig from the bottle, then draws his knees up and buries his face in his arms.]
I hate it here. I hate it so much.