[He knows it too well. Although a hand was never raised to him while growing up, words at times could cut even deeper; the scorn of the Countess de Fortemps is something that shall always burn, but those are the kinds of scars he would bear. To serve someone who might otherwise feel they have nowhere else to turn.

Ishgard has never been perfect. Oh, so far from it, but Haurchefant loves his people all the same. What a wonderfully flawed place, he thinks, when there are so many worth protecting. And to know that perhaps they will find peace, with the aid of their dear Warrior of Light. Even if others like the Archbishop would rather live in a lie.

It is better to try to fight for a future full of smiles than become downtrodden.]

I think that perhaps it is because of those like us that make it all the easier to be kind. For me, at least. There are those who can become bitter, and how could I fault them for it? Yet, all the harder I shall be a knight.

What have I to lose by giving a smile? Not a thing. Mayhap I will even be granted a beautiful smile in return, especially by those I cherish. A fine prize that I would gladly fight for. I should be glad to see yours again soon.