Back then, Noah had three choices.
Stay and hide.
Run and escape.
Charge and fight.
His instinct had been to hide, and his next thought was to run as fast as he could—as far away as he could.
But… he wasn't listening.
'I-if I can win. Then… I can try, right?'
His entire being despised violence. He wasn't very strong too, and his Skills were mostly useful for evasion and defense.
Yet… why did he want to fight?
'Ahh…' He realized it at that moment. '… Is this your doing, Rey?'
Noah realized how dissatisfied he felt—with himself, and with the scene playing out in front of him.
He had felt this way throughout his journey away from the Capital.
Despite that gnawing feeling, he constantly told himself that he made the right choice leaving his only friend behind so he could run away from responsibility.
