Fury rose up in Connor. Yet he managed to keep his voice calm, collected. He watched as she curled towards the wall, away from him. "Why? So I can leave you to your thoughts, leave you to contemplate the words you parents, your grandmother have said to you, basically saying you are worthless."

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "Don't lie. I know that's what goes through your head at least daily. It makes you push people away. Push me away" Slight weariness entered his voice, but was quickly washed away. "You can't help but doubt" If he'd been quick enough when she'd been taken by her grandmother...would she believe what she had said? Was he being too patient? Would trying harder just push her further away? 

What was he meant to do?

"It doesn't matter if people have ever doubted I'd be great. I doubted myself. By letting their words get to you, making them mar how you see people, mar you yourself, you're just letting them win. People only seek to destroy someone when they are scared of them. You can't let them, Kijani" he sighed, "I'm not going to go. I'll stay outside the door, only to prevent rumors. But I won't leave" [i]Never.[/i]