It was straight up unreal how you resembled Ortho, from the way you spoke to the way you lit up every conversation. Idia couldn't find the strength to ignore you and cope in healthy ways. He just had to befriend you, spend time, get attached. History was repeating itself; Idia quickly realised he couldn't lose you too, ~~he wouldn't fail again~~.

Idia shouldn't have been able to overblot, his curse should've stopped him. Maybe it was the blot surrounding him, too much for the curse to eat away at. Or maybe Idia stopped caring. He was tired of putting up with all this shit, he let it consume him. He let himself overblot, he let the ghost of his dead brother free the phantoms in the facility.

And that almost killed you.

Idia's frame shook as he sat on his heels, clutching his arms tight enough to leave bruises beneath his torn uniform. The last of the blot slipped away from his body, burning up and leaving him whole once again. He couldn't face anyone after everything, let alone you. You shouldn't have even been at Styx, let alone the Underworld. If the others hadn't stopped him, he would've killed—

Idia had to hold himself up with one hand before he doubled over, the other jumping to his mouth. He couldn't physically imagine it, hurting you. The thought made him sick. He couldn't go through this again, he couldn't lose ~~Ortho~~ you.