Thought Contagion

Xairo leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes intent as he absorbed his mother's final words. The concept of being a mirror, of reflecting back what others wanted to see, resonated deeply within him. It was a powerful tool, one that required a keen understanding of those around him. To manipulate perceptions, to control the narrative others saw - it was a skill he was determined to master.

As Absinth spoke of finding the answer most beneficial to oneself, of treating these interactions like a game, Xairo's mind whirled with possibilities. He could see how doubt, hesitation, impatience, and overconfidence could be exploited in others, turning their own weaknesses against them. But he also understood the warning - those same traits could be his undoing if he allowed them to take root within himself.

When Absinth delivered her final message, that every moment was an opportunity to be seized or lost, Xairo felt a surge of determination. He would not let these lessons go to waste. He would hone his perceptions, sharpen his instincts, and learn to wield them with the same deadly precision as his mother.

"Xairo Saxe"