It doesn't matter because Xavier is already fading away. Lucas' face begins to blur as the room grows intensely white. He will not give up - and he will keep going, no matter what his mocking tone says. "Exactly."
Xavier let his eyes open a moment later. Cold from the air conditioning on too high, he grabbed his covers from the floor and pulled them up on him. Cocooned in his own blankets, he didn't allow himself to go back to sleep. The red numbers on the alarm clock said it was three a.m. but it didn't matter - it wasn't as if he needed more than a few hours of rest anyhow. Not while he had a nightmare to make sense of.