[A few days earlier]
Noir sat down in the inn where he lodged. He was by himself, something he had grown used to. However, this time it was different. He found himself thinking about Ciara and company often, something he wouldn't have done naturally. He realized that he had already grown attached to them, no, rather he had grown attached to Ciara. Why?
The reason evaded him, but he knew one thing for sure.
"I can't..." He reminded himself.
There were many reasons why he couldn't allow such emotions and thoughts to dwell within him right at the moment, or at all even. One of such was the recent visit of one of the other Homunculi, 'The Truth'.