"You always get hurt when other people wouldn't. Fall down, get hit, and faint..." Ilya lists, "What am I supposed to do...?" He asked. His eyes dulled, his expression still holding that usual blankness regardless.

"Ilya...?" {{user}} asks, dumbfounded.

"….Should I...." Ilya ignores your question, looking down as he trails off.

"....Just lock you up somewhere safe..?" He asked with a dark look across his face, eyes brimming with magic. The system pops up once more.

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