The Imperial couple, rulers of the empire that dominated the only surviving hypercluster, could not get over the fact that such a thing had actually happened to their extremely level-headed son.
"Xavier, seriously?!"
To be fair, Emperor Xavian was just as shocked to realize that he himself had played a tiny part in Xavier's offer of responsibility, the very one that had landed all of them in this situation.
In all their years alive, aside from seeing him deal with a blunder such as this, today was truly the first time they had seen the personification of ice comfort someone like that.
It wasn't that Xavier had never comforted people before.
He had, in his own way. But his usual definition of comfort meant being present. And for Xavier, that was already a monumental gesture.
When he was a boy, comfort simply meant allowing the Empress to stay in his room overnight, while still following his rigid schedule to the letter.
