The first two notifications had already pushed him to the edge of what his mind was prepared to process in a single sitting.
The last two had gone past it entirely.
Official territory. Official name. Xavier turned the words over once, examining them with the slightly detached quality of someone who has reached their limit for surprise and is now operating on the other side of it — in the quieter, stranger place where things stop feeling shocking and start feeling simply, incomprehensibly real. High profile was one way to describe it. Monumentally, irrevocably, publicly permanent was another.
But the notifications were not asking for his comfort level. They were asking for answers.
He looked around.
