Skylar was raised to believe she was nothing. Hatred and solitary was all she ever has. It's not what she wants, but it's all she's familiar to. Darkness and pain is what defines her, for these are the things she turns to. It's her comfort zone. She knows nothing can save her, because no matter how far she runs, she can't hide. There is nothing she could do. Nothing. She was empty. Lucas, on the other hand, was done. He was drained with hope. Lost in darkness. Drowned in hatred. He was fading. Forgotten. Lost. He was empty. His eyes and emotionless actions trigger a great war within Skylar. But through it all, she realizes how much she's really worth. She may not be saved, but was she really worthless?