Re: Tales of the Abyss, (Jade/)Dist, delusions of grandeur (2)
When Nephry called him to her office, Jade prepared himself for a number of admonitions concerning his imprisonment of Dist. Don't be so hard on him, perhaps, or you two were once friends. Perhaps she would even scold him for shamelessly rummaging through Dist's belongings, which he was, by law, quite entitled to.
The scowl on her face when he sauntered in was, however, a bit more serious than he expected for the inconsequential misdemeanor of looking for evidence to support the charges against Dist the Runny. His smile never faltered. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"I know you read that journal of his," Nephry stated. "I would appreciate it if you never bring up the contents in his presence. It won't do to antagonize him."
Jade's voice was, as ever, quite cheerful. "Yes, yes, we can't have Saphir run at the nose again. It would be a waste perfectly good tissues."
His dear sister was, as ever, quite humorless. "I mean it, Jade. He's-"
"A lonely, wasted soul clinging to dead memories," he finished helpfully.
Her eyes narrowed at him, and perhaps he would be merciful for now. "Our friend. For the sake of the past, won't you at least pretend to forget whatever you read?"
"If you insist."
The ever-present smile remained pleasant as Jade's thoughts returned to that ridiculous journal. Oh, he'd never let Dist hear the end of it.