[As much as Griffin might've been braced for a response, there was no part of him that was prepared to hear that. He jerks back, stunned - eyes wide with hurt.

Nothing.

You're nothing.

Whatever part that could've dealt rationally with that answer was suffocated in its crib as a a rush of fire swept into his vision, burning all around him. He was staring straight ahead and couldn't see anything. Not even the silver hair that was falling past his eyes, now. You don't matter. You're not wanted. You're not worth it.]