"Worthless?" Samui paused, and then slowly a small smirk began to curve over his lips. No, he knew in his mind he wasn't worthless. Someone would find worth in him, he wasn't some stone that could be kicked away, used and then forgotten about. Even if it was only one person, he thought, then he would have some significance. He knew right there and then. "I don't need a spotlight, I don't need a moment. Cry all you want, because you're just a stepping stone for me to learn the truth. You're. Not. ME!" He roared, pulling his bow back from his side and another of the sharpened wooden arrows slid into position.
