"It was less that it helped me and more that it meant I could have a nightcap with a friend that wasn't caffeinated, and not feel like my condition made his life less comfortable," Nida answered, smiling to himself. "It's nice to feel like I'm part of the gathering and fun, but not beholden to consume the thing I can't trust myself with. My... You haven't seen me in the depths of my grief. I never want you to."

He had seen the marks it had left on Nida, though. The scars that he didn't hide as much now, not around Ignis. One admission was enough to earn freedom of access and evaluation.