Trafalgar's brows furrowed. "Your brother?"
Xavier gave a faint nod, the morning sun glinting against his sweat-soaked hair. "Oh, yes… it's because of my class."
"Your class?"
The training field fell into silence for a long moment. Trafalgar tilted his head, curious, but didn't press. He had learned quickly that people only revealed things when they wanted to. Forcing answers usually brought trouble.
Xavier, however, seemed to wrestle with himself. His mismatched eyes lowered, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a weight heavier than before. "It's because of my class."
Trafalgar stayed quiet.
"My class is called Warden of Echoes."
Trafalgar blinked. "Sounds badass."
Xavier's lips twitched in a brief smile, though it faded almost instantly. "It is. But it's also… cruel."
