"Do you even understand what that means? I just recognized your ability. Do you know how many warriors from my generation would die just to hear a word of acknowledgement from me?" A small laugh escaped him. "That should be exciting for you. It should mean something."
"It probably would," Razeal admitted.
"For most people." He rubbed the back of his neck lightly before continuing.
"But excitement only exists when you actually care about recognition." His voice became quieter for a moment. Not sad. Just matter-of-fact.
"Who exactly am I supposed to show my achievements to?" His eyes drifted away for a second. "People work hard because they want someone to see it. Parents. Siblings. Friends. Lovers. Someone they care about." The wind blew through his silver hair as he continued.
