Xisuma was working and Evil X was just watching him, a little bored but he was mostly trying to think of a name for himself and not just 'Evil X' as it would be just confusing with X.
. . .
"Hey, X?"
"Yes?"
Evil X leaned back,"I know you wear that mask to breah, and your base is also designed to stabilise the air; When did you need it?", Xisuma turned to him,"Oh, that story? Well, since I grew up in space my body adapted to it from a from a young age and my lungs mutated and over time it was kind of noticeable I had some trouble breathing but they thought it was something like Asthma but. . ."
=Years ago=
It felt like his throat had closed up, he couldn't clear his throat or call for help.
All he could was hold his stomach and slide down to the floor.
"Xisuma?!"
Someone grabbed him, then he saw his dad's face through the spots of his vision.
"*****! WE NEED THE MEDIC!!!"
Then every went black.
=Present=
"And that's how they learned I needed something else to help me breath."
. . .
Evil X nods,"You need therapy.", X turned back to work,"Already been there. . . Probably will get sent back.", and Evil X planned to put him back in.