Connor looks at Angel, and the most terrible thing is that he sees a mirror, hears an echo. He remembers telling Harry, shortly after his arrival in New York, that he'd kill Norman if he could for what Norman had done to Harry. He more than remembers looking up all those books on ways to torture a ghost.
And that line of thought inevitably leads to a comparison he can't make, and not between himself and Angel.
"He didn't put me through anything he didn't go through himself," Connor says, his own voice flat. "He wanted to make me better. I guess both of you did. Pity that the basic material is faulty, right?"
He turns away, unable to look at Angel any longer, puts both hands against the bookshelves, feels the wood of the shelf cut into his forehead.
"Sorry about - I didn't mean to talk about any of it," Connor continues listlessly, and goes into another default mode, though one he hasn't used with Angel yet. It is in fact the way he reacted in the aftermath of quarrels with Justine or on occasions when he had dissapointed Holtz. "Thank you for coming here. The city really needs your help."
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:23 am (UTC)And that line of thought inevitably leads to a comparison he can't make, and not between himself and Angel.
"He didn't put me through anything he didn't go through himself," Connor says, his own voice flat. "He wanted to make me better. I guess both of you did. Pity that the basic material is faulty, right?"
He turns away, unable to look at Angel any longer, puts both hands against the bookshelves, feels the wood of the shelf cut into his forehead.
"Sorry about - I didn't mean to talk about any of it," Connor continues listlessly, and goes into another default mode, though one he hasn't used with Angel yet. It is in fact the way he reacted in the aftermath of quarrels with Justine or on occasions when he had dissapointed Holtz. "Thank you for coming here. The city really needs your help."