Fiore eyed the girl once more. She seemed too nosy, as if she wanted to know every single aspect of what Fiore was doing. Of course, this was not the case, but it was always good to be careful. Fiore then looked down at the flagon of water. It didn't look like weird, didn't look poisoned, in fact, it looked... normal. Fiore picked up the flagon of water by the handle and raised it up, taking in a big, heavy gulp before setting it down. 

[i]Idiot![/i] The voice inside FIore's head shouted out.[i]That water could very well be poisoned, do you want [u]us[/u] to die? Huh?[/i] Fiore stayed quiet through his entire rant, handling it perfectly, in fact, a bit [i]too[/i] perfectly. Fiore considered this voice a burden that he had to carry for not being there to save his village from utter annihilation. [i]Ignoring me? You know that simply won't work, I will always be here inside of your head, always. You can't get rid of me, you can't, you know that, do you not?[/i] 

"I'm just passing by, that's all," Fiore said, cold and distant. Then, as Fiore moved his hand just a few inches, Fiore noticed a girl who was sitting down at the same table as he is. 

[i]Oh, she looks nice,[/i] Fiore was surprised at this statement, normally the voice inside of his head would be insulting him, yelling at him, but this was a compliment. [i]Are you going to kill her? You know, just like the time you killed that poor bastard?[/i]