The room stayed silent for a long while after Xavier spoke.

Logan sat on the edge of the table, his elbows resting on his knees, staring blankly at the floor. Theodore leaned back against the wall, arms folded, eyes half-closed as if trying to hold his temper together. Xavier paced slowly, his boots thudding dully on the worn wooden floor.

Finally, Logan looked up. “So what exactly are you saying, Xavier?” he asked quietly.

Xavier stopped pacing and turned toward them. His expression had ...