[Comrades. Is that really what they are? Noah has seen too many friends turned foe in the two short weeks they've been trapped here. Nothing about Shinobu paints her as untrustworthy in his eyes — just the opposite — but how can he let his guard down after the nightmare that was yesterday's execution? How can he place his faith in anyone but himself?

Regardless, her words are not falling on deaf ears. Frustration's scrawled over Noah's face, but he's listening. His fists, balled tightly at his sides, shake and tremble.]

...I wonder if I wouldn't be better off casting aside all the parts of me that make me weak. The concern for others, the willingness to trust strangers, that blind optimism. I wonder, after all the death I've seen, if I can continue to count on the goodwill of strangers when people choose to hurt each other of their own accord.

[Would it not be better to give into that despair? If nothing else, he'd be alone with it. There'd be no one else to let him down or betray his trust. He'd be free.]

Sorry, Kuki. All that aside... if it can be avoided, I don't want to hurt you. You've no reason to believe me or trust me, of course. In fact, you'd be better off avoiding me. You want to live, and so you should.