[He hates this guy so much. Why doesn't the idiot just stop drawing attention to him?! Idia can feel the eyes of everyone in the area on him and it makes him cringe harder, his spark-spitting hair starting to flicker with traces of green and yellow along with the occasional lick of orange. He raises his face just enough to glare at Roland with narrowed yellow eyes.]

I-- if you th-- think you know m-- me so well, then w-- why are y-- you asking?! [Despite the anxious stutter, Idia spits the words out with surprising venom.] Y-- you think I'm g-- gonna t-- tell you e-- everything s-- so they c-- can't use it a-- against me? G-- gonna save everybody th-- that way?