I see. [He absolutely does not see. But he's also not interested in any further explanation.

Watching Idia hold utensils is throwing him off some, he isn't going to say anything because that would be rude, but he is staring somewhat intensely. There's definitely a part of him that resents their shared traits right now because he doesn't want to be thought of like this.

But he's been asked a question and he can latch onto that.]

I enjoy reading, and I've been cooking and learning to dance. I don't have a lot of time to myself still, I've been working more than I should. But there's a lot of things I want to do here, and people I want to be there for.

[He can hear it, the heavy sound of his voice as he realizes he's in the same rut he's been in before. Twice. Not that Idia would understand, that was part of a whole different lifetime for him. And the whole point of being here was to learn more about each other.]

I suppose I can't really escape my life no matter how dead I get.