Noir kept his gaze trained on her face, carefully observing the minute shift of her expression.
As he watched a grim look replacing the warm smile on her face, a myriad of emotions washed over him, too complex for him to understand.
Until the end, all that remained was relief— great, overwhelming relief as if he had accomplished a daunting task or discarded the heavy burden on his shoulders. He was relieved that he had decided to inform her, because he knew that she was the one person who would believe him. She wouldn't take his words as mere nonsense.
"It's not too late yet," he stressed, his expression somber. "The black mist around you is still faint, Director, so I think nothing will happen to you anytime soon. But it doesn't hurt to be more careful from now on…"
His words petered off into silence as she gently shook her head. Rising to her feet, she approached him, and the ever warm smile returned to her face.
"It's okay," she said.
