[That, oh, that single sentence makes Dist grin. It's a sick, twisted, ugly, and victorious grin. He lowers his head and laughs quietly. The triumph is unbelievable. So much so that Dist has to laugh about it. What does he want? Well, he'll tell you, Van. He'll tell you plain and simple.]

...Nothing. [His grin spreads. For once, he's not lying. He has everything. He has Jade, he has the professor, Nephry, even that idiotic emperor. Though fontech here is scarce, Winry provides him enough automail and other technologies from different worlds to keep him happy.] For the moment, at least. I've absolutely everything I could want.

But let us strike a deal, Commandant. [Dist lifts his head, and straightens his back.] I'll agree to assist you as best I can, but in return, if and when I myself require your, ah...services, you do me the honor of providing what I need, yes? Do you approve?