[The spikiness of his hair dies down, the sparks stopping as the flames dim noticeably. But while the orange flickers don't appear, the green and yellow spread to nearly half. It might be pretty if not for the body language hinting at what those colors could mean. Idia lowers his forehead back to his knees, his tone slipping into quiet misery again. It takes too much energy to be angry with these kind-to-a-fault types, and if there's anything Idia doesn't have right now, it's energy.]

... you can't guarantee that... everybody has a limit of what they can stomach, so m-- maybe I'll hit yours. I can't d-- die here, I have to get back. I... I have something important to do....