[As much as Dist dislikes whiny children, in this case...he wouldn't really blame Luke for breaking apart. It's quite a thing to take - knowing you may very well be on the last leg of life, waiting in terror until the day you just...fade. Dist would not blame the boy for crying, or being upset, or anything of the sort. As one of the two individuals that...more or less jump-started fomicry as a whole, Dist understands.
Calmly, and with a less stressed, quieter tone, Dist nods slowly and turns away to give Luke a moment to himself. He gathers his research and books, writing in what Luke said into a notebook. It will be recorded virtually and locked away later, and the paper destroyed, but for now he needs this written record.]
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Calmly, and with a less stressed, quieter tone, Dist nods slowly and turns away to give Luke a moment to himself. He gathers his research and books, writing in what Luke said into a notebook. It will be recorded virtually and locked away later, and the paper destroyed, but for now he needs this written record.]
You have my word. ...I will tell no one.