Chachanji shook his head, causing a slight scraping sound as the ears of the stylized rabbit adorning his helmet scratched against the tree's bark along with the entire back of the helm itself.
"It's not about th' credit, I think," he responded, turning to look at Warren as he slowly slipped back into his "accent." "I still think that a lotta what 'heroes' do is th' right thing ta do. What you do, what Ms. Roen does, what Ser Crofte does. Ya help 'n protect 'n do all the things that I wanna do. Even if'n I don't know me own reasons fer it yet."
An odd feeling crept over the wee Lalafell as he made the acquiescence. He had always wanted to be a hero, sure, even if he hadn't known the how's and the why's of it. Yet, he wondered if he always had this... intensity about it, this drive. Sure, he had raised heated words over it with his father when he followed in Gogonji's footsteps, but even now he couldn't remember what he had said or even if they had any weight to them. At some point since then, something had happened that had solidified his dream into the beginnings of a sort of pseudo-purpose.
Was it that horrible Lalafell lady who berated his heritage, and the support he had gotten from his new-found friends like "Ms. Hat" Leanne and Ser Tarry afterward that had done it? Was it seeing that spastic Sultansworn hopeful - whose dream had rather closely matched his own - trying his best to help Ul'dah? No, the pieces were already falling into place by that point, the events just serving to further strengthen his resolve. Like a blade, those incidents had tempered and honed his desires, but what had been the first hammer-falls that had begun to shape untouched ingot of dreams and wishes in earnest?
Chachanji didn't know, but he knew discovering it would be important.
"But I'll find out, I need'ta find out," young Lalafell continued, that fire indeed back in his belly somewhat. A smile tugged at his lips even as the glimmer returned to his eyes. "If not fer meself, then fer Ser Crofte 'n you 'n e'ryone else. 'n then... when I finally do know it, I'll be ready fer it, thanks ta e'ryone who's halpin' me along th' way."
"It's not about th' credit, I think," he responded, turning to look at Warren as he slowly slipped back into his "accent." "I still think that a lotta what 'heroes' do is th' right thing ta do. What you do, what Ms. Roen does, what Ser Crofte does. Ya help 'n protect 'n do all the things that I wanna do. Even if'n I don't know me own reasons fer it yet."
An odd feeling crept over the wee Lalafell as he made the acquiescence. He had always wanted to be a hero, sure, even if he hadn't known the how's and the why's of it. Yet, he wondered if he always had this... intensity about it, this drive. Sure, he had raised heated words over it with his father when he followed in Gogonji's footsteps, but even now he couldn't remember what he had said or even if they had any weight to them. At some point since then, something had happened that had solidified his dream into the beginnings of a sort of pseudo-purpose.
Was it that horrible Lalafell lady who berated his heritage, and the support he had gotten from his new-found friends like "Ms. Hat" Leanne and Ser Tarry afterward that had done it? Was it seeing that spastic Sultansworn hopeful - whose dream had rather closely matched his own - trying his best to help Ul'dah? No, the pieces were already falling into place by that point, the events just serving to further strengthen his resolve. Like a blade, those incidents had tempered and honed his desires, but what had been the first hammer-falls that had begun to shape untouched ingot of dreams and wishes in earnest?
Chachanji didn't know, but he knew discovering it would be important.
"But I'll find out, I need'ta find out," young Lalafell continued, that fire indeed back in his belly somewhat. A smile tugged at his lips even as the glimmer returned to his eyes. "If not fer meself, then fer Ser Crofte 'n you 'n e'ryone else. 'n then... when I finally do know it, I'll be ready fer it, thanks ta e'ryone who's halpin' me along th' way."
