It might not be the intent, but the damage is done. Xanxus is certain of it now. The insanity that affected his mom had been passed to him. To him, that is the only answer he can logically accept. Because there's no such thing as ghosts right? RIGHT?!

He laughs, a little unhinged by all of this and stands. He doesn't even bother. Just keeps right on laughing and turns his back on the message. He already knows where he needs to go and what he needs to do. He needs to talk to his manager about scheduling him an appointment with a shrink.