[...why had he done this? Seeing that image right now...
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
He would look so much more like Idia if he was actually-
Idia stayed very still for a long moment, before waving the image away.] I'm leaving. [It's barely whispered out to Romeo. He needs to be alone. He needs not to think about this. He needs a distraction from the talk of death and what is life and what happens to people. He needs a distraction from...
Putting his half finished glass down on the table, Idia pushes himself away from it and starts towards the door. Sorry Romeo... he just... can't right now.]
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It hurt.
It hurt so much.
He would look so much more like Idia if he was actually-
Idia stayed very still for a long moment, before waving the image away.] I'm leaving. [It's barely whispered out to Romeo. He needs to be alone. He needs not to think about this. He needs a distraction from the talk of death and what is life and what happens to people. He needs a distraction from...
Putting his half finished glass down on the table, Idia pushes himself away from it and starts towards the door. Sorry Romeo... he just... can't right now.]