[ Hank doesn't fight him for the gun, which means that Connor has it in his hand in less than two seconds. The lone bullet is dumped into his palm barely later than that.
And that's when the fast pace dries up, and Connor is left with new awareness in this room where he's not invited.
He stares down at the bullet, this tiny golden thing that could destroy everything Hank is. Connor could be replaced if he took a bullet to the head. Hank can't be.
I am deviant.
Connor looks slowly up at Hank. He doesn't want to lie to him, but he isn't sure how to explain it. ] I was scared, [ almost surprises him to say, it comes out so quickly and instinctively. His voice sounds thin. ] I don't want you to die, Hank.
[ Connor looks down at the photo frame, barely visible under Hank's fingers pressing it up against his sweatshirt. He looks back down at the bullet he recovered from the gun. He didn't do what Hank wanted. He didn't do what Amanda wanted.
He did what he wanted, and now he has no idea how to articulate anything beyond that. ] I'm sorry.
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And that's when the fast pace dries up, and Connor is left with new awareness in this room where he's not invited.
He stares down at the bullet, this tiny golden thing that could destroy everything Hank is. Connor could be replaced if he took a bullet to the head. Hank can't be.
I am deviant.
Connor looks slowly up at Hank. He doesn't want to lie to him, but he isn't sure how to explain it. ] I was scared, [ almost surprises him to say, it comes out so quickly and instinctively. His voice sounds thin. ] I don't want you to die, Hank.
[ Connor looks down at the photo frame, barely visible under Hank's fingers pressing it up against his sweatshirt. He looks back down at the bullet he recovered from the gun. He didn't do what Hank wanted. He didn't do what Amanda wanted.
He did what he wanted, and now he has no idea how to articulate anything beyond that. ] I'm sorry.