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Tzar watched the white-haired student as he so quickly responded. He stared at him for a moment, taking in all the information he had put into this rather unusual question. Tzar let out a deep sigh, mostly due to how painfully obvious the answer was to him, and how little amusement it would bring to answer it. But, just as we was right about to answer, another student grabbed the other's arm, pulling on it, but the white-haired one stopped him, looking right back at him. Tzar shrugged, sighing at how determined that boy was at getting an answer. "Ig's plain of existence is full of predators, a lot of them are much more dangerous than he probably ever will be. It would be ignorant of me if I hadn't yet accepted the idea that he may one day become someone's meal."The girl, the brown-haired one with glasses, she once again caught Tzar's eye. Looking at her reminded him of how likely it was that this group of people would grow. And so, just like minutes before, Tzar turned away from them, pulling out an old, green, leather-bound book from out his satchel and once again walking away. Sadly, without Ig, his books were pretty much all he'd have to entertain himself, at least until he got back to his dorm. Even though he loved each and every word, of every sentence, of every page of those books, it was a nerving thought to think that his old friend had popped in, and stay for so little time. Oh well, it seemed like it was something he'd have to grow use to.