Tygr

"Nothing," Noir said.

Solis arched an eyebrow.

Noir sighed. "Master told me that this would happen," he murmured. "You don't believe that Master is here or that I can see him and speak to him, right?"

Solis frowned.

"Well…" Noir murmured. "You're probably right." He looked away. "I think I may be hallucinating, too. Because the Master in my head is more of what I want him to be, what I imagine him to be, rather than how he used to be in real life." A shadow passed across his handsome features. "Solis…do you think I am losing my mind?"

A cold fist closed around Solis's heart. "Of course you're not," he told Noir, pulling him into his arms yet again. "Don't worry, my little darling, we'll figure a way out soon. We'll speak to Anthem tomorrow – maybe he'll know something? Or Aria? I'll also search through the memories of Tygr and see if I can find something, all right? Don't worry."