In her eyes he saw a woman who knew the feeling of being unwanted. While she was voyaging through the passageways and sea of his internal workings he was traversing the plains of her mind as well. He saw the broken but still closer held together pieces than his own. He saw what he had said. A kindred spirit. Someone who he could relate to and who could relate to him. He could see their fences being mended if only they took the time to work side by side. They were alike yet she was not as broken as him. She could help him mend but maybe he would fix her before he himself was fixed. It didn't matter if he could have at least one person. One single person who would accept him for who he was. Powers and all...would mean the world to this wandering lost soul.<br/><br/>He saw the blush as it creeped its way across her face. He wanted to reach out and touch the warmth he was sure was there on her rosy cheeks. Yet he didn't. Rejection yet again was not something he could handle. Not yet. Not when he was already a candlestick that was melting away its last half an inch. He liked her songs as they gave him the willpower to go on a little longer. Made him feel strong when he was so very weak. Not physically weak but weak in spirit and soul. He knew that they both had a dying spark but perhaps they could be the fuel to each others fire. Just maybe it would work out like that. He wasn't holding his breath though. He was used to disappointment and abandonment. Even forced to live with the parents who raised him, even if it was coldly and hatefully, just one outside source could change the tracks that his life was traveling down.<br/><br/>He wanted help but didn't think there was any hope for such a thing. He heard her speak again and snapped from the whirlpool of thoughts and back to looking at her and listening to her speaking. "Yes. That is what the Beast was." He acknowledged. "This fairy tale does not have no magical wishes or sorceress's casting spells." He looked at her. Nodding his head as it was true. Her hand extended and and he just kind of stared at it. "This Beast is a freak...not by appearance but by nature." He said sadly. "So have you...the Beauty has a whirlpool of darkness that swallows her yet she provides a beacon of light that penetrates the darkness." He said softly. He didn't know how he was a beacon of light to someone else yet to be such a thing was of importance in itself.<br/><br/>He watched her step closer. Nex... His thoughts traversed to the years before he was four. To when he was loved and wanted. Cared about and treated like he meant something. Then just as quickly the darkness shrouded the hope. "If the Beauty takes a chance than the Beast shall do so too. Perhaps there is some spark of light for their ever weaving fairy tale." He said with a smile. Taking her hand. "To a friend and kindred spirit." He said softly. "Let us take the chance to help each other out of the blackholes of our existance. Let us be the light which chases away the darkness. Each other's pillar of strength to keep from falling further and further apart." He pulled away a bit. "Alas...there still be two villans who shall throw hurdles and challenges in our path. Perhaps as a team the Beauty and the Beast can over come them in a road paved with sorrow and fix that traversed path into something as beautiful as a blossomed rose."<br/><br/>He closed his eyes. "The Beast has been hated since he was four...when the cursed gift came to life." He pulled back and held out his hand. Palm up and with a swirling ball of light a pair of fake glasses and an attached nose appeared in his hand. "The Beast can do things that no mortal man should be able to do...thus he has become the Beast. A shadow of who he could have possibly once been." He looked at her. "Your friendship is more than I have ever had...I thank you again for being the blossoming rose of light in a field of darkness." He didn't add that her acceptance of him even with the powers would mean the world to him...he had a feeling she would already know.