Xavier was in the corner of a place, sitting and gazing upon those who entered his sight. "....Xav?" It was Aire, a close friend of Xavier. She went to him and sat down beside him. "You fine?" Though Xavier did not answer. Aire had seen it: His interactions with the students, his reactions, and what happened after. But still... He was empty, devoid of emotion, pain and reaction, succumbing to nihilism. All because of that one day. That one figure. That one person. That one day. That one hour. That day when he was starting to feel devoid of emotion.
