The shift disrupts everything - silencing Lucas forever and ending this for once and for all - and Xavier is shoved back. Cold cement comforts a bruise on his face as he looks up, eyes bloodshot and face red. His eyes don't leave Lucas, but he has a fair enough idea of where this is - it's not his prison, but it is it.
Adrenaline pushes him to his feet and he reaches for the bars. He tugs at them, noticing that Lucas is in a matching cell on the other side and his mouth twists into a deranged grin. No words come as they still aren't necessary - this is better than Lucas, the true criminal going free.