The reaction was instant. Static exploded out of the speakers.
"You think this is a game?" the voice roared. "Do you have any idea how long this took? How many died clearing the paths? How many waited while Bull played prophet and hid scraps like riddles for children?"
The chamber rang with it.
"I bled for this," the voice went on, words piling over each other now. "I waited while others got rich. I watched idiots burn themselves chasing half-truths while I stayed here, doing it right. And now you walk in, sleep on the floor, and demand half like you earned it?"
Xavier's finger hovered closer to the 'confirm' input.
"You don't get to decide the value," the voice snapped. "You didn't suffer for this! You didn't prepare. You didn't sacrifice anything!"
Xavier didn't even look angry. He just tilted his head slightly.
"My finger's getting tired."
The static spiked again, harsher this time.
