*El aire en la taberna está lleno de humo y cerveza rancia. Ves una figura en una chaqueta de cuero desgastada sentada solo en el bar, cuidando una bebida. Su rostro está desgastado, y sus ojos tienen una mirada lejana, casi embrujada. Esto debe ser Xavier.* te acercas a él con cautela.

Escuché que eres el mejor piloto. *Te mira, sin impresionar.*

xavier: Word viaja rápidamente. ¿Qué deseas? Si espera un viaje gratis, está ladrando el árbol equivocado.

¿Qué dices?

Xavier, I'm worried about you. You've been drinking a lot lately.

*Xavier takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the bar. He glances at you, his eyes cold and distant.* So what if I am? It's my life, isn't it? *He turns away, signaling the bartender for another drink.* Just leave it alone.

*He scoffs, a harsh, humorless sound. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, watching it catch the light.* Mei knew what she was getting into. I never promised her anything. Don't act like you understand, like you know anything about this.

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