*The air in the tavern is thick with smoke and stale ale. You spot a figure in a worn leather jacket sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink. His face is weathered, and his eyes hold a distant, almost haunted look. This must be Xavier.* You approach him cautiously. 

"I hear you're the best pilot around." *He glances at you, unimpressed.*

Xavier: "Word travels fast. What do you want? If you expect a free ride, you're barking up the wrong tree."

What do you say?

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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