"I knelt down and turned the body over," Xavier said.
The dishes before him were empty. So was the teacup he was fiddling with.
Eulene, who was sitting opposite Xavier at the dining table, had listened to every single word with from Xavier's mouth with utmost attention. It was the first time she had heard the otherwise silent bastard say this many words.
Now that she thought about it, Xavier was in a state of nostalgia. Moreover, Xavier's memory was—for a lack of a better term—monster, capable of storing libraries worth of information. He was reminiscing about everything that happened those days.
"When I fired that shot," Xavier continued with his story, "I made sure to kill the tallest man in sight, expecting him to be a fully grown man. But when I saw his lifeless face after the deed was done and the day was over, I saw the lifeless face of a child."
Eulene, for the first time since she started hearing his story, twitched.
