Why am I hesitating?
That question plagued his mind, as he, unlike himself, struggled to bring his spear down on the foes on this treacherous walls. Their pure white wings awakened an emotion inside of him, a feeling he was sincerely unaware of right now.
Something...that forced him to not do it, to do his best to not kill these people.
Therefore, he asked himself once again.
"Why am I...hesitating?"
He muttered in the throes of battle, his spear blocked and destroyed the weapons of the attackers, but it did not pierce them, it did not stab them, it did not cut them.
Alan was shaken, he looked at the celestials, their eyes, their bodies, their wings... Something prevented him from reaping their lives.
