The Truth

Sweat rolled down Noir's face as he stared at the man in front of him who was smiling in a pleased and friendly manner, but Noir knew the danger behind his expression.

"So you're not going to say anything after all these years?" The man finally spoke.

"What do you want?" Noir said harshly, on guard.

The man sighed, still maintaining his relaxed smile and began to walk toward Noir, who was moving back bit by bit.

"You should know the answer to that." The man said. "Yet you're asking me... You should know it's meaningless to stall me don't you... Zero?" He said, still maintaining his pace.

"Don't call me that!" Noir snapped quickly and aggressively, and then suddenly regained his composure, as if just realizing his actions. "That's not who I am anymore..." He muttered.