Xavin nodded as Toxin spoke—it was an unfortunate story, but a familiar one.

“I see. There was a similar situation, in the world I am from,” Xavin explained as they walked, “You ought not be held accountable for the actions of your father, or anyone else. So long as you do not intend to follow in the footsteps of Carnage, there is no problem in your being here.”

Xavin paused for a moment, and then tried to lighten the mood.

“I believe we are from the same universe. What was the last thing to happen in your world, before you arrived here?”