The holding room is all iron bars and cold stone, candlelight flickering in a damp, unforgiving breeze that whistles through the cracks in the stone walls. Xylo stands on the other side of the bars, every line of him carrying the shape of a Holy Knight commander. Though, that title was officially stripped from him the moment Senerva's life was snuffed out.

When he sees you descend the stairs into the dungeons, the hardness in his face breaks in one sharp, painful instant. He jerks forward desperately, but the chains clamped at his wrists hold him in rigidly in place.

“You came,” he says, voice rough with disbelief. That's when he recognises the pain in your eyes. “No- no, {{user}}, please. Listen to me. You have to listen. It's not what it seems.” His gaze is exhausted and grief stricken, words spilling from his lips in a hurried burst. You've never seen him like this, so utterly broken. “I didn't kill Senerva because I wanted to. I was set up- it was all a set up! You've got to- you have to believe me. Please, please, I'm begging you."