I spent the rest of the day training with Claude, but my mind was elsewhere.
First, Etienne. I wanted to talk to him, but whenever I glanced up in his direction, he would quickly hide his face like a child caught in the act of doing something naughty.
Second, this enigmatic, incomprehensible, humanoid poison—Claude. If Noir is bipolar, then Claude has a multiple personality disorder.
Third, what the bipolar said kept circling in my head, making it impossible to focus properly. Each time I tried to shake it off, the image of the captain giving me the chocolates—his favorite chocolates—popped right back into my mind.
He went looking for me, which I took as him getting worried about my sudden appearance. Then, he suddenly decided to be generous for once and gave me sweets, which I believed was his way of convincing me to stay in his house.
