Connor watched the battle, not particularly interested in the battle, but had to admire the team work, although it didn't seem like there was any, when the email came through. He had his emails on a push notification, and thus, when it came through, his phone notified him.
Curious as to who could be
Anger, sadness, fear and finally, a strange sort of amusement, that seemed to incorporate all these emotions.
As he read it once more, Connor ross smoothly, walking out the classroom without a word. He kept his phone in his hand, as he moved through the halls, his long stride eating up the distance to the infirmary. Me pushed the door open silently, seeing Kijani in what could be considered a state of panic.
He watched her, silent for a moment. He didn't go to comfort her, to wrap her in his arms, didn't. Not yet.
"There's a difference, Kijani, between being a murderer and surviving. A difference between killing a human being, and killing a monster in human skin. But beyond that, do you actually think that would change the way I see you? Because it doesn't. You were a child, alone, and faced with people who treated you as nothing more then a lab rat." And now he walked over to her, silent, his expression, for the moment, curiously blank.
He knelt, so he could be looking up at Kijani. "As for a strong, pure, good woman? I imagine any of them would be boring, unassuming, and just happy to do whatever I want. And I've never met anyone like that. As for children, who is to say that even if a child isn't biological, they can't be yours. After all, my father was adopted. And you yourself wrote on the email that Marta is your mother, in your heart. You are not ruined. Not to me. I think if you had succeeded, if you had died, I would have been ruined. You will never ruin me, not the way you think."
He sighed softly. "Don't you see, Kijani? I see you. I want you. I need you." He gave her a half a smile, not looking away, he now seemed to struggle with what to say. It seemed he had exhausted his store of words, and he looked down, briefly, before looking back to her. "I'm patient. I can wait for you to see that"
Curious as to who could be
him, he checked it, reading with a slight frown. Anyone watching him might see a variety of emotions crossing his face-pain,
Anger, sadness, fear and finally, a strange sort of amusement, that seemed to incorporate all these emotions.
As he read it once more, Connor ross smoothly, walking out the classroom without a word. He kept his phone in his hand, as he moved through the halls, his long stride eating up the distance to the infirmary. Me pushed the door open silently, seeing Kijani in what could be considered a state of panic.
He watched her, silent for a moment. He didn't go to comfort her, to wrap her in his arms, didn't. Not yet.
"There's a difference, Kijani, between being a murderer and surviving. A difference between killing a human being, and killing a monster in human skin. But beyond that, do you actually think that would change the way I see you? Because it doesn't. You were a child, alone, and faced with people who treated you as nothing more then a lab rat." And now he walked over to her, silent, his expression, for the moment, curiously blank.
He knelt, so he could be looking up at Kijani. "As for a strong, pure, good woman? I imagine any of them would be boring, unassuming, and just happy to do whatever I want. And I've never met anyone like that. As for children, who is to say that even if a child isn't biological, they can't be yours. After all, my father was adopted. And you yourself wrote on the email that Marta is your mother, in your heart. You are not ruined. Not to me. I think if you had succeeded, if you had died, I would have been ruined. You will never ruin me, not the way you think."
He sighed softly. "Don't you see, Kijani? I see you. I want you. I need you." He gave her a half a smile, not looking away, he now seemed to struggle with what to say. It seemed he had exhausted his store of words, and he looked down, briefly, before looking back to her. "I'm patient. I can wait for you to see that"
