Xavier had figured out the pattern — or at least, he thought he had. To awaken his next power, he had to die. Or maybe almost die. He wasn't sure which, and that was the problem. If he was wrong, he'd just end up dead. And if he was right… what were the chances the power would even awaken in time to save him? It was a gamble with death itself, and he couldn't tell if he was the dealer or the idiot sitting at the table.
The fragment had already burned through almost ninety percent of its stored energy the last time it awakened something inside him. It would recover, sure — slowly, over time — and his telekinesis was bound to grow stronger the more he used it. But that wasn't enough anymore. Not for what was coming.
