"My 'kind' are called Sahash." Roui looks less than amused to say that. But, then he supposes the races don't tend to mingle much. Maybe not knowing what a Peira is is a regional thing as well. He thinks on the word for a moment, but after not being able to come up with an alternative, he opts instead for the initial prompt.

"Roui. My name is Roui." He looks more despondent this time, letting his previous tension go.

"How do I make... the illusion go away?"

If it's not real, he'd rather not be living in it. Too many emotions lie with the past, and he needs to be looking to the present and how to get out of this mess.