'Value' Ponders an old man as he treads the snow forest with company. 'A Value-system is something everyone has in one form or another.'

Old Man struggles to traverse a fallen tree, his tall shield rebelling against its owner- attempting to throw him over, while his rifle slung over on the contrary, appearing light and docile in his other hand.

"The weighing of different values over another. Creating a hierarchy of different determined beliefs." Says Old Man aloud. His aged face turning to 'You', attempting to covey to 'You'.

With his team assembled around the educated elder, the enlightened statement stopping them in their tracks. Looks of reflection appearing on their faces.

Faces of understanding at last.

'Oh he is talking to himself again?'

'Old Man is so weird, why couldn't I have gotten a young, steamy lookin' Squad-leader?'

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'He is so old, I bet his candles cost more than the birthday cake.'

Speculation, except that one uncalled for stab-in-the-dark, shot towards Old Man.

 When met with looks of seeming understanding, embarrassed, he continued walking. Naturally this wasn't the first time.

'However, having a good understanding of values is important.'

Recovering, Old Man thought while continuing forward.

'What do I value over this? Would I take my life or my enemies? Questions like these were important on the battlefield.'

'But values revolve around two critical things. Proper experience and a goal or a direction in life. These are the two pillars of the pyramid of ascending-values of, what a person do over another lesser-value.

'If you are missing one of those two, you may be subject to the waves of life. Tides of world pushing you off course, a servant to fate, unable to swim to the destination of your will. Forever lost at sea.'

Time slows, the surroundings blur, he lowers himself as if to emphasize his lesson with 'You'

"Don't be like me. Forever roaming the battlefield, searching for whatever temporary or vain pleasure that this place has to offer."

Old Man gravely states aloud, warning you.

Time picks up again. His merry comrades none the wiser of the lessons imparted to you.

A flick of the rifle. Shots blaze from rifles of the surrounding. Enemies ill-intent on Old Man's group. Subjected to the probabilities in this moment of time, a servant of fate.