Xavier continues to circle, eyes still trained on Lucas. There's something infuriating as he defies him, claiming he's dead and refusing to listen. The fear is vanishing, he realizes and a sinking feeling returns to his stomach. It isn't that twist from before - it's dread as he realizes he's losing control.
"They say dead men tell no tales," he says, voice shaking. "Perhaps you should have double checked that I did die. What did they tell you Lucas? Did you see my corpse in the morgue? Did you see my grave?" There's a cold laugh and his circle draws tighter. The table vanishes, then the chairs as he continues on. "No one lets themselves have their lives ruined. No one does - they are the ones who die and are trampled upon. Those who have their lives ruined by chance and timing and betrayal don't let it happen at all."
A fist swings out from the darkness, aiming for Lucas' temple. "Think about it."