Jun 02, 2005 18:12
Sitting at a table in the quiet inn that Iolaus and he were staying in, Joxer sat looking at the piece of parchment that seemed to be glaring back up at him. The words were laughing at him; they had to be. Starting to write his answer...
'What am I most proud of? Is this some sort of cruel joke that the Gods are playing on me again? I really can't think of anything that I could or would be proud of, other than the fact that I'm still alive. And even that I'm not exactly proud of. If it wasn't for my friends I would have given up long ago.'
'I'm proud of other people... like Xena and her quest to redeem herself. In the years I"ve known her, she's changed so much. Become more than a Warlord in Lord Ares army.'
'Or take Gabrielle for an example, she left her village to become a great bard and to help Xena. She did both (sort of), however, she also became so much more at the same time. She's so powerful now.'
'Then there is Hercules, who goes out of his way to help people. Even if he doesn't like me all that much.'
'And even Iolaus, everyone wants him as a friend. He's the golden hunger; he's a ladies man and he's a good friend.'
'I'm proud of all of them, of all that they do to make this world a better place. I was never more than just a tag along.'
'No... if I had to say I was most proud of something, it would be the first time I was training and didn't trip over my own feet. That I didn't make a target of myself. I can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened in my life.'
Looking over what he wrote, Joxer barely took the time to let it dry before balling it up and throwing it towards the nearest hearth.