Just this, Ilya. [ Voice smooth and soft as silk, strong as steel. ]

I'm... tired of running in circles. It's one reason I have to be grateful to this place. You break often enough and you start to see the patterns.

So let's not ever go to that place again. Where you'll do anything to help, to avoid doing anything for yourself, and I pour all my frustrations and loss and hurts into you as if that'll make anything better.

[ He curled his fingers up, dragging his nails along the topographies of Julian's palms in a slow, outward-moving starburst. ]

Next question.