[Training] drifting way too far

Noah

Noah listened to her well. He kept his eyes on hers, his body and face softening some as she spoke. He had come into this full of rage and flames, but the ire in his belly gave way to only embers. He truly just wanted her to be safe -- he could not get the image of the man on the dock out of his head. He had merely spoken to her with harsh, nasty words -- but he could have done more. Surely, he would have, if Noah had not been there with her. He swallowed hard, and sighed. He let his shoulders relax a little bit.

"I don't want to teach you to kill." It seemed, though, she already knew how to, and how to do it well and probably undetectably. "But I do want to teach you how to defend yourself. Sometimes you will need to follow your gut and fight back -- even if its just enough to run." Noah did not always think running was cowardly. In fact, from his time growing up on the tundra, he knew that sometimes running was the wisest and bravest thing a person could do when faced with mortal danger.

He stepped towards her, "I want to teach you to use your body to its fullest potential. You need to hardness you speed and agility -- there will be many, many people in this world who are stronger than you, but you don't have to be a heavy weight to win a fight."

Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?