Well, this sure is a bind. In fact, Inigo thinks that it would have been more merciful if Elidibus had lured him over here just to murder him.

At least that would've been quick, after all.

But this? This isn't quick. Inigo immediately feels uncomfortable in the face of those words, despite Elidibus acknowledging what he's said before, and despite the fact that Inigo can recognize that there's got to be at least some form of semi-kind intentions behind what the other is saying and doing here, everything considered.

But intentions, semi-kind or kind or otherwise, have never helped him to feel actually comfortable with this. Not to mention that he's pretty sure that there's no way he could ever talk about what upsets him without immediate and extreme distress.

"I don't believe there is anything bothering me that isn't bothering everyone on this train," he instead simply replies. It's not a denial, but he indeed doesn't seem to be sharing too many details either.

Especially since he's not dropping the act. He knows he'll fall apart the moment he does, so he can't.