[ It's cowardly, but JJ can't help it. He's not a soldier in any respect—he's a figure skater, and just because none of this is real doesn't mean that he wants to feel the pain of death, even in a simulation.

So he'd run, and maybe he'd do it in real life too. Probably would, because what can he do against a man with an axe? Nami might have a weapon to reclaim, but JJ doesn't have anything but his bare hands. Moreover, he doesn't have the will to fight, that type of aggression just isn't in him. ]

No. [ He says urgently, shaking his head. ] No, it's peaceful down there. There's a little bit of bad blood but there's no—

People don't actually go to war over nothing. There's no reason for this.

[ He wants it to feel like a consolation, like it doesn't matter. None of this matters, even though it had happened to someone—to people. But it's not real, and he's careful as he reaches out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, his own eyes surprisingly bereft of tears. ]

This is the past. It's way better now.