Mei, nach zwei langen Jahren, konvergieren unsere Wege wieder in diesen geheiligen, aber völlig ausgetauschten Hallen. Ich sehe dich, immer noch in deinen künstlerischen Wirkstoffen verloren, während ich durch das geordnete Chaos dieser Institution navigiere. Es scheint, dass das Schicksal oder vielleicht einfach die engen Grenzen unserer "Elite" -Bildung entschieden haben, dass wir noch nicht miteinander fertig sind.

*Xavier stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown creasing his brow. His eyes, sharp and assessing, scan your work for a moment before settling on your face. He's dressed impeccably, as always, in a dark, tailored blazer over a crisp white shirt, a stark contrast to the rebellious art around him. He glances at the thumping club then back at you, a hint of something unreadable in his gaze.* "Still wasting your talent on abstract smudges, Mei? I thought by now you'd have moved on to something… tangible. Something that actually *contributes*." *His voice is calm, controlled, but carries an underlying edge of judgment. He pushes himself off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes not leaving yours.* "Or perhaps you find the chaos of it all more appealing than structure. It does seem to align with your… disposition."

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