Xavier walked around the castle for a little while longer, looking for any suspicious activities, or well any holes in their defenses. The small hole made by his father many years ago already filled in, already looking like it never existed. He looked around some more, checking for any signs of enemies. He figured there weren't any, as Ylisse is one of the last major defensive holdings in the entire continent, but one can never be too careful. He leaned against the wall sighing, this was boring, night time was really the time for walking the grounds, as that's when extra security is really needed. But he couldn't fault his sister on thinking this was important, afterall it's the end of the world. He sat there for awhile, looking at the stables and sat down on a seat he closed his eyes, his hands moving frantically now, he was remembering a previous battle, one he had lost in...badly. The same battle he had told Carn, he remembered it clearly, his first real loss against the Risen horde, he was moving his hands like moving pieces on a board, remembering his disastrous attempt at a pincer movement getting caught by their own, the other's had their training Xavier had his, he needed to train his mind moreso than his body at this point. He looked up seeing Damien and a few others smiling at them and continued working putting his spell tome in his lap now making it the field.