Having stat points was akin to possessing a trump card, much like his encounter with Axel. They could be used to swiftly enhance his abilities in combat, effectively tipping the scales in his favor. Unlike other trump cards, such as carrying a knife, stat points offered a clear and decisive advantage.
Their journey stretched out before them, solitary and perilous, with no comrades to rely on but each other. The road ahead promised to be long and fraught with danger, even before they reached the most treacherous parts. In such a world, having a form of insurance was essential.
The world was fraught with dangers that could find them regardless of their intentions. For Leon, seeking assurance through stat points, despite his disdain for what he termed as a rubbish system, was a natural inclination—and his prerogative.
His notion, more akin to a fervent wish, mirrored that of Neaire's desire for repetition.
