Vexen looked between the two of them, incredulity blotting out the anger on his face. So, they'd done their homework, had they? They knew about Axel already. People already had fought him, with Saix. That didn't surprise Vexen as much as he'd like, but it still annoyed him enough to send the temperature in the room another few degrees lower. Saix hadn't even been hiding his renewed association with that traitor from the enemy.

He put his book down on his table, still in control of his temper enough not to send his half-empty teacup or any of the candles flying, and glared up at the pair of them.

"I did not come here to leave behind one pack of fools to be picked up by another!" He snapped, getting to his feet.

The tea in the cup made a sinister cracking noise as it froze solid.