[Dist makes a faint sort of humming noise to her first sentence, his only response to that subject. You can try to persuade him, Nephry, but you're talking to a brick wall.]
No, I think-- [A pause, as he looks up at the ceiling.] Jut an apple, if you could, please.
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No, I think-- [A pause, as he looks up at the ceiling.] Jut an apple, if you could, please.