[There's something about the way he says it that gives Idia pause. Like some knock-off with slightly different branding, the third person but without the "Cay," but... it's not like he knew what an original looked like. There wasn't some distinct way to say "this isn't Cater Diamond" even though people seemed fairly sure, in this state, he wasn't just "Idia Shroud."]
E- Eeh?! No-
[He's digging at the right places, at least.]
It's not- it's not like I want to leave people behind-! It- it's not my fault!
[he reaches out with his other hand, grasping onto the fabric of Cater's clothes. While his fist contorts in the material, so does his other hand, rotating the shar and coming close to what Cater wants him to do. But not quite. And not on purpose.]
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E- Eeh?! No-
[He's digging at the right places, at least.]
It's not- it's not like I want to leave people behind-! It- it's not my fault!
[he reaches out with his other hand, grasping onto the fabric of Cater's clothes. While his fist contorts in the material, so does his other hand, rotating the shar and coming close to what Cater wants him to do. But not quite. And not on purpose.]