Hope was a luxury that she hadn't the pleasure of having. To her, hope was akin to torment.
Janae's scream was one of joy. It was fraught with the euphoria that came from a manifested dream. All this while, she had latched her hand onto Xzavier's own, terrified to let go. She was scared that if she let him go for even a moment, all of this would go away in an instant like a dream. She stopped screaming only when she ran out of breath. Xzavier watched her through his squinted eyes. On her face was imprinted the very image of freedom. Though unbelief still lurked at the very edges of her eyes, and hovered over her like a dissident cloud, it didn't change the fact that she was indeed joyous.
Xzavier did absolutely nothing. He allowed her have her moment. It was the least he could do for her.
