X knew that the male would end up in trouble before long. Reason being was he just didn't belong. When you had an aura of good that surrounded you, no matter how chaotic it was, you just didn't fit in here. X felt the strangest desire to help the male if and when he needed it. There was something different about the male. He didn't have magic. He had something similar or so the spirits had said. What could be similar to magic? Probably the fabled psionics. Meant there was a high possibility he was the one spoken of in the prophecy. Only time would tell. Only time would tell. For now X vanished into the shadows. Leaving will-o-wisps to keep an eye on the man. X would go and meld into the tombs of the cemetary for the time being. More at home with the dead than the living. The dead weren't judgmental...the living were. Such was the irony of the city of the damned... The people who lived here shouldn't judge others yet they do. Far worse than the ones of the cities outside of here. It was amusing, sad, but true.