Connor flinched as if he had been hit. And his voice was oddly cold as he spoke. "I wish you'd stop just assuming that. Just assuming that's do everything I do because of some hero aspiration. Instead of it being that, pure and simply, I care. I don't do things to be a hero, don't do then because that's what heroes do. I do them because I care. I have no aspirations to be a hero or a villain. I'll simply be who I am, and right now...right now I'm hurt. In worried, I'm concerned, and im just so so tired."

And he was. 

He sighed softly. And now e dropped into the chair, "we all make our own future. And so what if something happens? So what, if you are a dead end? What does it matter, if we can be happy, even for a little bit? What's the point of living if you don't take a risk, don't do anything but get up everyday, and go to sleep every night? I've never considered you a risk. Or a dead end."

He looked up, "haven't you learned by now that continuing to try and push me away, to turn me off you-as if I can simply just walk away-is pointless? I'm sticking. I'm not going anywhere" he shot a glance at Anthony, "and as much as I hate to admit it, Anthony is the reason why I managed to get to you in time. So that instead of you being here alive, I would have found you dead. And that would have been many, many times worse then you just running away"