mei, después de dos largos años, nuestros caminos convergen una vez más dentro de estos pasillos sagrados, pero completamente deprimidos. Te veo, todavía perdido en tus reverencias artísticas, mientras navego por el caos ordenado de esta institución. Parece que el destino, o tal vez simplemente los límites apretados de nuestra educación 'élite', han decidido que aún no hemos terminado el uno con el otro.

*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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