Warren nodded along as Chachanji worked out and pieced together the bits of his feelings out loud. Warren could relate to a degree, like any boy who'd grown up hearing stories could. Vast adventures, fighting dragons, finding treasures...! The sorts of things that kept a boy awake at night, and tricked him into eating his vegetables. For a few years, at any rate.
"I told you when we first started that I couldn't speak for what heroes did, and to this day I still can't. I do feel that wanting to help people is a good start. I think the heroism thing comes as a result of the deed, however, and not in reverse. Heroes don't rush into danger and protect people. Good people do, and sometimes a hero comes back instead."
The highlander wasn't sure how cheesy that sounded, but he didn't care. He did believe it that way, and he hoped he'd impart at least that it.
"Coming eye to eye with these sorts of worries and overcoming them, that's another good start." He half-raised a pointer finger and slumped down against the tree himself. With a loose shake of the digit he and Chachanji seemed to just be shooting the breeze to any who might be witnessing, and not discussing the deeper matters such as they were.
"I'm not going to discourage you. If you've got the itch to make a difference, you're going to, and you don't need any fancy title from anyone to guarantee that. I can't teach you how to be a hero, but I can teach you how to protect people. How to swing a sword and really mean it. I can show you how to be ready, should anyone need saving." He cast a lazy glance over at the boy, hoping to spur some sort of fire back in his belly.
"Are you sure you wanted to be a hero, Chachanji? Or did you only want to be one because those are the guys credited with doing all of the saving?" His question was the reverse of the one inferred previously; These sorts of weights were tricky, and even after a long period of self-reflection it was possible any answer the lalafell came to might be incorrect. Warren thought for years he was doing the right thing, only for him to narrowly miss the mark. He'd hoped Chachanji would at least have a chance at being aware of the possibility.
"I told you when we first started that I couldn't speak for what heroes did, and to this day I still can't. I do feel that wanting to help people is a good start. I think the heroism thing comes as a result of the deed, however, and not in reverse. Heroes don't rush into danger and protect people. Good people do, and sometimes a hero comes back instead."
The highlander wasn't sure how cheesy that sounded, but he didn't care. He did believe it that way, and he hoped he'd impart at least that it.
"Coming eye to eye with these sorts of worries and overcoming them, that's another good start." He half-raised a pointer finger and slumped down against the tree himself. With a loose shake of the digit he and Chachanji seemed to just be shooting the breeze to any who might be witnessing, and not discussing the deeper matters such as they were.
"I'm not going to discourage you. If you've got the itch to make a difference, you're going to, and you don't need any fancy title from anyone to guarantee that. I can't teach you how to be a hero, but I can teach you how to protect people. How to swing a sword and really mean it. I can show you how to be ready, should anyone need saving." He cast a lazy glance over at the boy, hoping to spur some sort of fire back in his belly.
"Are you sure you wanted to be a hero, Chachanji? Or did you only want to be one because those are the guys credited with doing all of the saving?" His question was the reverse of the one inferred previously; These sorts of weights were tricky, and even after a long period of self-reflection it was possible any answer the lalafell came to might be incorrect. Warren thought for years he was doing the right thing, only for him to narrowly miss the mark. He'd hoped Chachanji would at least have a chance at being aware of the possibility.
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