<strong>Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>"Our parents know that they have my respect." Not necessarily love, but that didn't need to be spelled out when speaking with another Xantelli. He wondered if any of them were even capable of the emotion any longer. If any had the potential it was the one he sat facing now.<br/><br/>Enzo set his glass down on the small table by his side. His eyes opened slightly wider at Richard's admission. "No slaves at all? I knew you'd chosen to limit yourself, but I had assumed... at least one or two. Ah, you want to hunt. You want challenge. Well, I can understand that. But to do it alone, that's simply foolhardy. We're hardly immune from danger, my brother. All it would take is a single sniper's bullet to end most of us, and you can't use the Power on someone you don't know is there. If you're going to try to prove yourself, don't limit your options. Take along some slaves, at least. Even the best hunters use dogs."<br/><br/>It was the irony of their ability that they held nearly absolute power over those around them, but very little of it could be focused inward. Enzo had not had occasion yet to try to heal a family member; the few incidents that had arisen since his return to the Island had been handled personally by his father. But he knew that he and the others could bleed, and they could die. That particular barrier was an obstacle even to Marco, as attested to by the Xantelli family mausoleum.<br/><br/>"You should consider leaving the Island, Richard. Not as I did, with a foolish promise to never return. Just a vacation. See how it feels to be powerless. I promise you, it's not as alluring as you might imagine. But you should see the world as it is, before it's too late. Before you become as twisted as the rest of us."<br/><br/><br/>