"Even if you were sure," Connor says as he takes up one of the axes on the stand nearby. He's probably not going to throw it, but he likes to have something in his hands. And right now, that's an axe. He doesn't handle it like it's particularly heavy or bulky. "You'd lose valuable seconds getting it back if it wasn't a one-on-one fight. You'd need to have other weapons. Or be really good at barehanded fighting."

Or have literally no other hope left but using one last ditch effort before running. Maybe. He's never been in that position before. His old programming would make him sacrifice himself to win a fight if he needed, but that was before he broke out of that programming. Now? Who knows.