Xylon sat there, his mind whirling with the weight of Eva's revelation, as she continued to cry softly on top of him.
the enormity of what she had just shared was sinking in, and he was filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
"I don't understand, Eva," he finally spoke, his voice tinged with disgust. "Do you mean that they always bring kids to perform this nonsense?"
His expression was one of disdain for the family tradition. Eva slowly removed her trembling hands from her face and met Xylon's gaze, her eyes still flooded with tears.
She nodded as she tried to regain her composure. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice shaking. "It's always like that for the Sinclairs. A set, a Primus and an Additum, children who eventually get their powers..."
