Reflections (open)
The visit Starbridge had insisted upon had been quiet so far. Time with his father, readjustment to the general Terran and specific Xavier's environment. Trying not to impose in any way on Rachel at what must be a difficult time.

He'd just been playing chess with Moira Hrimharisdottir in the library, and when they were done -- one game each, and one stalemate -- and she said goodbye, he lingered, staring at the board, at his safe-but-trapped king.

"Lovely metaphor," he muttered to himself.