"Amazing," I said softly, awe lingering in my voice.
Xavier shook his head gently. "No, I simply learned this by watching others," he replied humbly.
Curiosity piqued, I asked, "Where did you learn this?"
He paused for a moment, then answered, "My grandfather showed it to me a long time ago. He used to do psychic photography and psychic evaluation of relics. As for me, I can only concentrate my mind and trace memories to a certain extent, so I can't do much more than that."
"No, that was a big enough deal at that point," I said sincerely, appreciating how powerful and rare his ability was.
For the next several minutes, Xavier remained completely focused on the photograph. I watched him, wondering if the vivid events of that day were unfolding behind his closed eyelids, as if the past itself was playing out in his mind's eye.
When Xavier withdrew his hand from the photograph, I hurriedly pressed him, "What have you found out?"
