The expectations of his elders weighed heavily on him like a burden. It hovered over him like a reconnaissance aircraft, filling his mind's ears with its steady droning. And yet, his ambivalence about the whole thing gave him room to yearn for more autonomy. The notion of thinking and acting on his own terms (without the approval of anyone) actually sounded very appealing.
Xzavier juxtaposed this yearning for freedom with regular teen angst and rebellion. The more he looked at it, the more he knew that they were not the same thing. He drew a deep breath as he made his move to begin his counselling, however, he was cut short when he realized something else.
