Kyle sat alone in his dimly lit room, his injured hand resting on his lap.
The bandages were neatly wrapped, and the wound itself wasn't particularly severe—but something about it bothered him.
His mind replayed the Head Knight's question from earlier.
"Why didn't you dodge?"
At the time, he had answered without thinking.
"I didn't see the need to."
But now, sitting in the quiet of his room, he wasn't so sure.
Everything in his mind and body told him to avoid that strike.
It wasn't just instinct—it was pure survival training.
Yet, at that moment, he had chosen to stand still.
Not because he was slow. Not because he was incapable.
But because something deeper told him not to move.
His fingers curled slightly, his nails pressing against his palm as he tried to understand.
Had it been a calculated decision? A gamble?
No.
It was… something else.
A feeling he couldn't quite place.
Something told him that letting the Head Knight land that attack was what she needed.
