Dias was rarely ever in what one would call a good mood, but conversations with Xigbar over the bulletin board - he doubted he could talk to the man in person without punching him - definitely didn't help. Entirely aside from his default anger at the man, the question of why he hadn't been there for Ashton when Ashton needed him (and, further, why he'd ever allowed Xigbar around Ashton without his supervision, since the man was so blatantly untrustworthy and Ashton so naively trusting) lingered in his mind without any justifiable answer. True, he'd intended to meet Edgeworth, but the man had never even bothered to show up.
And in the meantime, his friend had been in trouble, and he hadn't been there to help him.
He could easily have brooded over the matter for the entirety of lunch, but as it happened chance interrupted his angst as a familiar shock of pale hair caught his eye. He hadn't really been counting the days since he'd arrived, so he wasn't entirely sure how many it had been since he'd last seen Scar, but it had been a high enough number (four? five? Most of a week, he thought) to have left him distinctly uneasy in the back of his mind, the place where all matters he tried not to think about dwelled. Only the fact that River had failed to sense or say anything distressing about his plight had kept Dias from thinking the man might have died.
It wasn't so much curiosity over where he'd been that made Dias change course to sit down across from his friend so much as it was quiet relief. "It's been a long time." As far as the swordsman was concerned, Scar's absence didn't need to be accounted for to him so long as the man was all right, and that was all he'd ever say about the matter.
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And in the meantime, his friend had been in trouble, and he hadn't been there to help him.
He could easily have brooded over the matter for the entirety of lunch, but as it happened chance interrupted his angst as a familiar shock of pale hair caught his eye. He hadn't really been counting the days since he'd arrived, so he wasn't entirely sure how many it had been since he'd last seen Scar, but it had been a high enough number (four? five? Most of a week, he thought) to have left him distinctly uneasy in the back of his mind, the place where all matters he tried not to think about dwelled. Only the fact that River had failed to sense or say anything distressing about his plight had kept Dias from thinking the man might have died.
It wasn't so much curiosity over where he'd been that made Dias change course to sit down across from his friend so much as it was quiet relief. "It's been a long time." As far as the swordsman was concerned, Scar's absence didn't need to be accounted for to him so long as the man was all right, and that was all he'd ever say about the matter.