No, through the power of what could only be a sheer miracle the braid is still in existence. Inigo is still holding onto its ends - just about the only thing he can do right now, really, other than still stare at Tidus in surprise.

He's still so startled into silence by this whole reveal that he isn't even sure what to first answer - Tidus's question or Roland's. He just starts stammering and trusts his brain to lead him somewhere.

"Ah, w-well! I just.. thought your hair was like that!" Sure, it's not like Inigo hasn't noticed the roots at all with how often he spends time around Tidus, but he figured maybe that was just a Thing in Tidus's world? "We don't have hair dye where I come from." He even says it in that kind of tone Inigo always uses when he talks about stuff he has no clue about.

He's quiet for another moment, his cheeks growing slightly pink with shame over his dumb outburst.

"R-- Roland's right though! You're a handsome guy, so it'd look good on you either way, you know?"