Stuart didn’t know if it was worth it. He never had been a protector or anything of that sort that someone might call him a hero. He never had helped anyone, never saved them from their own miseries, never took someone’s pain to suffer it to himself. He was not that kind of person or never would be, at least that was what he thought. He remembered before there was a thief running right in front of him and a woman running after him that came past him, he could just simply spread his foot and let the thief stumble down on his way and be praised by his help, but he just stared.
For some reason, he had empathy for the thief rather than the person who was stolen something from. He never had the heroic acts in him, nor a feeling of meddling in someone else’s business, or anything that would on
