[All of this?! Everything about this world doesn't work for him! Why was he even dragged here?! He's the last person who should be here! Lifting his hands to his face, Idia closes his eyes behind them, lips pulled back in a snarl and... ehhh, his shoulder sagging after a moment. He has no choice. Like normal. Story of his life. Fuck the Fates. Really.

When he speaks again it's quite, and... full of defeat.] No, it's fine. It's something I'll have to deal with eventually... [He had told Riddle, gods of all people Riddle, when they were trapped in that ice cave together, but that was while that spell or drug or whatever was effecting them, forced them to open up more. Here... there was none of that, not with her... but... she should know, right? A chance to leave if she wants to. She would be smart to.] I... hate my body... all of it. A-all the stuff I've done here... I've tried to stay covered as possible...