He watched Klatos for a few seconds while the noise of breakfast filled the space, trays scraping, people talking over each other, guards shouting for order like it mattered. Then he leaned forward slightly.
"You've been here long enough," Xavier said. "So tell me what this thing is that suddenly can't wait. Because either it mattered all along and you kept quiet, or it didn't matter and now you're pretending."
Klatos's hands stopped moving.
Rin glanced between them but stayed out of it for once.
Xavier didn't push harder. "If it wasn't urgent," he continued, "you wouldn't be acting like this now. And if it was urgent, you wouldn't have sat on it for this long without a reason."
Klatos swallowed. His jaw tightened. Xavier had hit it clean, right where there was no good answer.
He slowly set his plate aside.
"Jupiter is my home," Klatos said. "Not this prison. Not this city. The planet."
"You have told me that before."
