Xavier's voice was the loudest among the pledges to avenge Lazar, and again to never again have it happen before hitting the gym, blowing off steam with the loudest punches there on his punching bag there. Nothing, he didn't do a dam thing, and because of it, Lazar was tortured for it. Eventually his blows upon the giant bag stopped some of the paracom staff, making them look at him as his body drenched entirely in sweat. His thoughts distracted him that he didn't care how much his body begged him to stop, his chest burning and tightening before he stopped after a few hours, panting before heading to the bar, stripping himself of his shirt. Underneath it, his hard body glisten with sweat, showing off what few scars he had, a line running down from chest to waist, along with other lines to show off a pre-six pack. He sat himself down in the bar, panting as he grabbed himself a beer, popping it open as he took a giant gulp of it, looking around the room to see William there.