[There are moments on Cehd'ra's mind as well, opening his home to him, giving him a family, things that must also have been the same no matter who the Warrior turned out to be. Funny that he is the one who can change so much while Haurchefant stays the same. Hadn't Leveva said that their lives were written in the stars? Why were Haurchefant's stars the same in different mirrors where his own must have changed?
But it couldn't all have been the same. 'His' Haurchefant was likely the only one who'd stay up late into the night with him in Camp Dragonhead, asking him to read various books out loud to him to make his paperwork 'more bearable'. Cehd'ra doubted he got any more done than he would have alone but by the time Ishgard had sent word that they would be allowed in the miqo'te had a much stronger grasp of the written word.
He never did thank the man for that. Would it be right to thank him now, even if this Haurchefant wouldn't remember the favor?
Thankfully Haurchefant is the first to decide what to say and Cehd'ra gives him all of his attention, ears lifted and eyes up as he listens.]
'Then'...yes, I know the feeling. [It feels like he ought to be bitter. Both of them, it turns out, were waiting for a moment that would never come. Yet hearing that Haurchefant hesitated the same way, even if the sentiment he wished to share did not match Cehd'ra's, was heartening enough to wash any bitterness away.] And you were there, too. You always kept your promise...
[Not only when Nidhogg was slain a second time and Estinien freed, when he'd literally seen Haurchefant and Ysale both coming to their aid one more time. Haurchefant's memory stayed with him all through Ala Mhigo, into Othard, and back. The gift he'd given him, the knowledge that he has a home to return to and a family that will welcome him back as a true as blood...did it mean as much to the other Warrior as it does to him?]
Thank you. So much...
[Cehd'ra brings the heel of his palm to his eye, stubbornly pressing a tear away before it can fall.]
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But it couldn't all have been the same. 'His' Haurchefant was likely the only one who'd stay up late into the night with him in Camp Dragonhead, asking him to read various books out loud to him to make his paperwork 'more bearable'. Cehd'ra doubted he got any more done than he would have alone but by the time Ishgard had sent word that they would be allowed in the miqo'te had a much stronger grasp of the written word.
He never did thank the man for that. Would it be right to thank him now, even if this Haurchefant wouldn't remember the favor?
Thankfully Haurchefant is the first to decide what to say and Cehd'ra gives him all of his attention, ears lifted and eyes up as he listens.]
'Then'...yes, I know the feeling. [It feels like he ought to be bitter. Both of them, it turns out, were waiting for a moment that would never come. Yet hearing that Haurchefant hesitated the same way, even if the sentiment he wished to share did not match Cehd'ra's, was heartening enough to wash any bitterness away.] And you were there, too. You always kept your promise...
[Not only when Nidhogg was slain a second time and Estinien freed, when he'd literally seen Haurchefant and Ysale both coming to their aid one more time. Haurchefant's memory stayed with him all through Ala Mhigo, into Othard, and back. The gift he'd given him, the knowledge that he has a home to return to and a family that will welcome him back as a true as blood...did it mean as much to the other Warrior as it does to him?]
Thank you. So much...
[Cehd'ra brings the heel of his palm to his eye, stubbornly pressing a tear away before it can fall.]