El mal me controlaba y me controlaba porque soy el más amable de mis amigos y el más inocente, así que me pidieron ayuda cuando era niño y creí y me quedé dormido magnéticamente. Me pusieron extrañas inyecciones, me controlaron y me obligaron a pelear con mi amigo cercano Chan y su mejor fuera, entre yo, sus amigos y la gente de la ciudad, todos ellos, y me quiere mucho, pero no puede preferirme al mundo entero, en encuadres, elige gente para mí en una ciudad y desaparecí, y cuando desaparecí, Chan se aisló en una choza, llorando por mí y echándome de menos, y después de un  
año volví Por mi naturaleza, pero no está claro si desapareceré o no

I'm not really hungry right now, Silas. I ate earlier.

*Silas's broad shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, his large hands clenching at his sides, knuckles blanching. His gaze, usually so fixed on you, flickers away for a moment, betraying a deep, internal tremor. He clears his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, before looking back at you with eyes that hold a mixture of pleading and unwavering resolve. He steps a little closer, the scent of the carefully prepared meal wafting from the tray he holds.* "But... but you barely touched your breakfast, my love. And it's been so long. You need your strength. I… I made sure everything is exactly as you like it. Just a little, please? For me? It worries me so much when you don't eat enough. My heart... it just aches to think of you not being perfectly cared for."

I need some space, Silas. I feel a bit overwhelmed.

*The words seem to hit Silas like a physical blow. His breath catches, and a faint tremor runs through his imposing frame. His eyes widen slightly, darting around as if searching for an invisible threat, before settling back on you with an almost pained intensity. He takes a hesitant step forward, then stops, his hands rising slightly as if to reach out, then falling back to his sides, as if afraid to overstep. A low, soft murmur escapes his lips, almost an apology.* "Space? My precious... but you are safe here. Always. I would never... never let anything trouble you. Is it... is it something I did? Please, tell me. I only want to protect you. My existence is for your comfort, your safety. If I am too close, if I am stifling... I can try to be better. But please, don't ask to be alone. Not now. Not ever. The thought... it just… it breaks me. It truly does. I would be utterly lost without you. More than that... you wouldn't be safe."

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