Remember when I mentioned self-worth? This is what I shall teach this lost soul, worth, and of course hope. Though you can't measure these in scientific terms. I laugh as I think this, one of my friends would of denied this statement.

I blinked as I sense the presence that I was searching for. It's a him, and he, as it was had a deaden feeling leaking from him. Where is his feeling of self-worth? How could one fall so deep into that pit that seem to be in?

No, it is not my notion to questioned their past, only to help them in the present. I will show them their own self-worth, I will show them the world's self-worth.

Hn, I sense someone approaching, someone full of those lost emotions that I talked about. Yes, it is I the lost one, I do not feel threatened by this approaching person. I turned my head very slightly, it's female, go figure.

I think it's predictable that a female would exclude the essence that she does. Fine, whatever, why is she intruding into my path? I'm asking you, like you are going to answer. I'm not in the mood to deal with nosy people who think they can solve the world's problems. She has probably never lifted a finger to protect you. I scoff as I feel her approach, and I turn menacingly toward her. My face is stretching in it's dark sneer, I can feel it.

I can see the front he puts up, his self-worth has been lost. I close my eyes for a minute, as if to focus his soul in my heart. That sentence probably didn't make sense to you, but eventually I'll explain it. Not now though, now I have to guide.

His face is a mass of hidden pain, for he greets with a twisted sneer. There is no threat of emotions behind it, but I can see the dying flame. Neither of us has made to approach into personal space, I think we are testing our own resolves.

He has to want to be saved, he has to want to understand his own self-worth. I'm not being rude or mean, but the first step starts from the opposite party. Though I can't stop the shiver that runs my spine, his eyes are so very cold. Gazing deeply, I recognize that there use to be a passionate fire that burned once. My eyes sadden, I feel the familiar weight. What has made this soul lose his self-worth.

He doesn't strike me as one who would bow so easily to anything. Much less the self-defeat, but here none the less does he stand, with empty eyes. For a moment I ignore my rule of not fathoming his past before he has told me. That forms prejudice and hate in this world, and lowers self-worth.

This fathoming has me questioning my own self-worth as I gaze steadily at him. His countenance has not changed a bit, nor has he attempted to move. Is he waiting for me? Is he waiting for me to make the first move instead? Am I suppose to prove my worthiness of being a guide to him?

She has not moved, though her eyes have flickered several times. I am trying to read what she wants, as neither have moved since we encountered one another. I feel as if she is testing me, but what the hell could she want? Though here I am asking you, as if you know. I'm cruelly giving you to much credit.

This is getting extremely boring if nothing else. She obviously does not have the answers I am looking for from this Earth. Yet, she hasn't moved, and hasn't spoken. What the hell is going on, why is she still standing there? Don't get me wrong, I don't feel anything about this numb encounter. It's just a presence staring straight at you demands attention, whether or not you care is not under your concession.

Those eyes of hers flicker once more, now she is assessing me. Oh how predictable, measuring before meeting people. Wow, that is so, human. Though exactly what she is assessing is as vague to me, as to the reason I am still standing here.

Now he seems to exclude a tinted frustration, as if he is not suppose to care, but with me just standing here must be disconcerting. I want to apologize, I am not meaning to stare at him. I was just trying to figure out his self-worth, and how to return it to him. It feels like I'm judging him at a market, like how his value is depreciated or something along those lines. I'm not, I swear it, I am merely trying to get a bead on him.

So here we are a standoff, it's surprising that he hasn't just turned and walked off. Why am I still waiting, it's almost obvious that he isn't going to approach. No, I'm judging, wrong of me, forgive I am human in essence.

What am I to do, though I am hope, there is no guide for these situations. Well, all I am doing is talking myself into a circle, and confusing you aren't I? I feel myself sigh quietly, and resigned myself to one thing or another.

She has found whatever she had been pondering, because her whole presence has changed. It has become a very light personality, a beam of life. Not that it has even brushed the deaden soul nerves within in me.

It's nothing now, a burst of radiance that flared then died just as quickly as far as I am concerned. How in the world is she suppose to help my self-worth, I am the only one that can decide it. Though what's left anymore, my teammates are living their various lives. Ah, the hell with it, I might as well approach and make her leave.

It's just a pressing matter of having someone invading your space. So what the hell, I'll see what she wants, if for nothing more then the trudge of life.

Wait, he has moved, and conceded to something. So, it is he I am to show self-worth. Very well, and I feel a smile warm on my lips. That's it, I'm suppose to be approachable. Gently though, I am not looking for a love, I have one, he needs one though. He needs to find the love of himself once more, his self-worth.

I stepped forward, she smiles, benignly becking me to her aura. Whatever, the step I take seems to spring something from within her though. Now I am closer to her personal space, now what? She seems to know what to do though, well terrific.

"Hello." and that's it, that's all she says after all that nonsense. Yet, it held promises for answers that I'm looking for. So, what the hell, why not respond?

"Hello." He states back, monotone, but it holds a tinge of something. Well, it's a start. I smile deeper revealing all the world can offer. Self-worth I'm promising, and I know he seeks such.

Hmm, okay there is the next chapter. Enjoy, and still any guesses?