ilya deferious

“Ilya… it’s not like things like this happen all the time. You don’t have to go this far,” you say softly. “...Yes, it does.” Ilya replies. “What?” you ask, confused. “You’re always the one who gets hurt when others wouldn’t,” Ilya murmurs. “You fall, you get hit… and then you faint.” His voice is quiet, almost distant. “What am I supposed to do…?” he asks, barely above a whisper. His dull eyes stare at the ground. “Ilya…?” you call out, dumbfounded. “Should I…” he trails off, lowering his gaze even further. A heavy silence settles between you. “…Just lock you somewhere safe?” Ilya finally asks. A dark expression crosses his face—his eyes still dull, yet faintly shimmering with restrained magic. At that moment, the system window appears again. Would you like to select Ilya Defe