Chapter 63.3
That was something to be proud of. It was something to be immensely proud of. Such a strong man, such pride. This is pride, thought Eye.
If Bash, while fighting Bone, had said in the end, “Sure, I fought it, but that dragon was a weakling. Nothing more than a little lizard, gahaha”, then things would have been different. Without a doubt, Eye would not have been able to hold back. Dragons had no concept of pride or honor, but if Bone had been ridiculed by a tiny human, Eye could have felt indescribable rage. If she had been dragged to the ground and beheaded by a small human in a war she did not wish to participate in, and had her flesh and bones torn apart to be used as a tool in a trivial war, she would not have forgiven Bash.
I have explained it in a difficult-to-understand way, but in reality, it is simple. Eye was so moved by the first heroic tale she had ever heard in her life that she couldn’t help but let her heart dance.
“You killed a dragon and gained ‘honor’.”
“Mm-hmm. Yes.”
Eye also felt proud seeing Bash confidently nodding.
“Then what about me…”
And at the same time as she thought that, she wondered where that left her. She was the one who fled in the midst of the battle, transformed with Newt and hid, trying to survive. Where was her honor?
She had never had the concept of honor in her life. But now that she knew it, she had to be aware of it. She had to be aware of her honor.