"Cut it out, Ronan," Noah snaps, and honestly, these past few encounters have been the closest Noah's ever gotten to confrontational. He doesn't fight. He doesn't argue. He hates this. "Please."

He's not above trying to be the one to stop this, but his body is still tense, and as much as he's thinking about Blue and the rest, he hasn't forgotten the way Ronan attacked Krem.

"I came because...we shouldn't be fighting like this."