Caught

"People are dying and no one's doing anything about it" I tell Xavier. He shrugs looking out the window, "Most people think it's Gods will and those who don't just don't care." I narrow my eyes at him, "And which category do you fall into?" Xavier laughs suddenly and the action is so shocking it makes me recoil. "Which one do you think?" I shake my head, it was a stupid question. Xavier was the priests son and you'd think that meant he'd be like his father, but he's anything but. He smokes, he drinks, he sleeps about. He's trouble. Which is exactly why I still find myself questioning what I was doing here with him at night. My mother would have a fit. "Well I care, and I don't think it's gods will and your one of the only people who feel the same so will you please be useful and help me?" I plead with him. He sighs loudly and part of me wants to get up and walk home. "Asking questions will get you killed, Elena." For the first time since we sat down I smile. "Why do you think I want you to help me?"