Uriel caught his attention even before the clinic became illuminated. In all his years at the Institute, he had never heard the man swear. Xavier looked up at the guard with equal parts contentment and concern. Although he had no issues with him, there was something undeniably satisfying in seeing even the powerful members of this school struggle. Only in this case, it meant that they were all doomed.
Xavier scanned the room briefly. He had done what he could for the people in this room. Yet there was a lingering feeling that it had not been enough and he knew for a fact that he wasn’t alone in thinking so. “You have no idea how long this is gonna last, do you?”, he turned to Uriel. Xavier realized that they had never spoken before. Even if he had received further information, there was no way of knowing if he would share it with him. “…Is there anything I can do?”
Uriel looked down to see who had spoken to him. The fallen angel recognized one of the slaves that had been here a while. There seemed to be a good number of slaves that had decided to stick it out here on the island, despite their option to leave.
“How would I know?” Uriel asked, growling softly at the lack of the required honorific. “I am neither omniscient nor a deity. I was tasked to guard this location so I do not know what is going on outside.” Uriel started to turn away when the slave spoke again, drawing his attention back to the slave. “Well, considering that I do not know why the power has gone out outside of speculation, I do not know what you could do to assist.” He started to turn away before stopping and holding out his hand, a ball of light forming in his palm. “Here, take that to the other side of the shelter and see if any others need light. I can make a few of these for those that need it.”



















