"But... but what if the bees rise up against us?" the Lalafell questioned in an overly dramatic tone, thinking aloud to himself with a seriousness that bordered on self-derogation. "Knowing where to chop 'em would be good then, yeah?"
He didn't even wait for a response before continuing.
"Still, you mentioned easier ways to learn how to swing a sword," he added, seriousness fading into thoughtfulness. "Ms. Artemis merely explained some of the basics, then took me out here to put it to practice. So I just did that again... minus her... and yeah..."
His gaze drooped to the ground as he spoke. Now that he thought about it, it was a pretty terrible idea. He knew that he was without a safety net without Ms. Artemis there to back him up, but he just wanted to get better with a sword so badly. So that he could protect people with a blade, rather than just sell it to them. Was he wrong?
No.
"I... wanna learn how." He stood firmly and resolutely in a childish sort of way, staring boldly up at the much taller Highlander. "How ta use a sword. So that... if someone needs help... needs ta be saved from somethin' dangerous, I can. I dun wanna be th' sort that runs 'n hides when the goin' gets tough, I wanna stand tall. 'N be there for those who can't protect 'emselves."
He turned towards Xavarian, his little face screwed into a look of determination.
"Me name's Chachanji Gegenji, 'n I wanna be a hero."
He didn't even wait for a response before continuing.
"Still, you mentioned easier ways to learn how to swing a sword," he added, seriousness fading into thoughtfulness. "Ms. Artemis merely explained some of the basics, then took me out here to put it to practice. So I just did that again... minus her... and yeah..."
His gaze drooped to the ground as he spoke. Now that he thought about it, it was a pretty terrible idea. He knew that he was without a safety net without Ms. Artemis there to back him up, but he just wanted to get better with a sword so badly. So that he could protect people with a blade, rather than just sell it to them. Was he wrong?
No.
"I... wanna learn how." He stood firmly and resolutely in a childish sort of way, staring boldly up at the much taller Highlander. "How ta use a sword. So that... if someone needs help... needs ta be saved from somethin' dangerous, I can. I dun wanna be th' sort that runs 'n hides when the goin' gets tough, I wanna stand tall. 'N be there for those who can't protect 'emselves."
He turned towards Xavarian, his little face screwed into a look of determination.
"Me name's Chachanji Gegenji, 'n I wanna be a hero."
