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It was his time to slip from the shadows, then, and he did, mismatched eyes pinned on Xan's face as his sister spoke. He nodded, his face cold and calculated, neutral, as it nearly always was. "She is right, Xan." He licked his lips in thought, eyebrows scrunched somewhat as he asked: "What is wrong?" Feigning he would help solve these problems he looked upon the boy, waiting for his answer; expecting anything but the truth, of course.