"How do you even use this thing?" he asked, half casual, half testing her.
Lyra's expression hardened. "You don't. Not yet. Memory rocks aren't toys, Xavier. You can't just press on it and expect it to show you something. They bite back."
He leaned back, scoffing. "It's something Bull left behind. He didn't leave it to sit in a box forever. It's meant for me. So tell me how to use it."
Her jaw tightened, the edge of fear slipping into her voice. "I've seen reckless fools do exactly that. They either died on the spot or lost their minds to the flood of someone else's memories. You think you're different, but you're not invincible."
Xavier's eyes narrowed. "Nothing will happen to me. I can handle it."
Lyra shook her head, her tone shifting to almost pleading. "Don't. Please. If you try anything with it now, I swear I'll destroy it. Don't make me do that."
