"I'm not running, or hiding..." Connor looks a little wary, and rubs the back of his neck. "A man I made into my enemy... killed my family. One by one. Everyone but him, and he would have been next." His voice has gone hoarse, and he shifts restlessly on his feet, avoiding her gaze. He looks utterly miserable, and deeply guilty.
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Date: 2010-09-22 01:12 am (UTC)