The worms vanish as they cross into Lucas' cell. They're pointless and Xavier's expression tenses. He refuses to step forward to the bait - not with the bars between them - and begins to pace. His hands swing as he goes, mind racing until he turns, pivoting on his heels towards him.
"It doesn't matter," he realizes. "Any of this it's - this is only getting more ridiculous." A low, laugh escapes and he shakes his head. "This is only one small battle. I'll wake up and you'll be gone, oblivious once more. You won't see the blade until it's about to crash down."