Warren grinned at the boy's - regardless of age, Warren couldn't help but see him as a bit of a child - reticence at asking for more details. He realized that revealing bits of the person inside of the armor would chip away at whatever heroic ideals Chachanji had envisioned for the knight, but Warren wasn't terribly interested at playing the part of a hero. Instead, he glanced at his armored hand then turned it over and looked off to the horizon.
"Clever. Beautiful. Kind, but in her own way." Warren considered what she might say if she were there listening, but back then heaping compliments on her wasn't something she appreciated in public. "I found her in the fields one day, hurt. This was back before everything changed at Carteneau, back when the strange aetheric currents were making the animals and creatures behave oddly. She was gathering some herbs for dinner and she was attacked. Laid out under the sun for who knows how long before I happened upon her. I was out here with my pickaxe, working for the mining guild. Good ore was worth ten times then what it is now, mostly on account of the Garlean front and everything."
He paused a moment to reflect on the situation and felt his inside winces at the memory. Years later and it was still fresh to him, though given how much it would shape his path in life it wasn't surprising to him how clear and recent it all felt.
"I don't like to think about what would have happened had I not come around. I carried her back to Ul'dah in a panic, screaming for help. I was sure that if I'd've been there things would have gone differently. I knew then that if I could have protected her, she wouldn't have been hurt. I decided then that she'd never have to worry about that sort of thing again."
Warren's voice was full of determination, the sort of thing that he'd long thought and felt deep down. There was a resolve there, hinting at how powerful the decision had been, how strong the need was for him to see that decision through.
"Clever. Beautiful. Kind, but in her own way." Warren considered what she might say if she were there listening, but back then heaping compliments on her wasn't something she appreciated in public. "I found her in the fields one day, hurt. This was back before everything changed at Carteneau, back when the strange aetheric currents were making the animals and creatures behave oddly. She was gathering some herbs for dinner and she was attacked. Laid out under the sun for who knows how long before I happened upon her. I was out here with my pickaxe, working for the mining guild. Good ore was worth ten times then what it is now, mostly on account of the Garlean front and everything."
He paused a moment to reflect on the situation and felt his inside winces at the memory. Years later and it was still fresh to him, though given how much it would shape his path in life it wasn't surprising to him how clear and recent it all felt.
"I don't like to think about what would have happened had I not come around. I carried her back to Ul'dah in a panic, screaming for help. I was sure that if I'd've been there things would have gone differently. I knew then that if I could have protected her, she wouldn't have been hurt. I decided then that she'd never have to worry about that sort of thing again."
Warren's voice was full of determination, the sort of thing that he'd long thought and felt deep down. There was a resolve there, hinting at how powerful the decision had been, how strong the need was for him to see that decision through.
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