Connor was fighting an inner battle. He just continued to drive, not even lookin about as he did so. He was full of shame, for sending a man to his death, guilt for shooting Elizabeth, and sadness for what he had lost. Any humanity he had had was, he knew, gone. It fled the meeting he went to beat the crap out of the man. He don't know what that made him now, but that was the least of his problems. 

He had saved a young girl, but had made an even worse sin. Murder. That what it was, cold bloodied birder, even if he hadn't done the killing, he led the man to deaths door. It wasn't in self defense. It was simply in fear of being alone again.

The life of a hunter was a lonely one. On the road a lot, and unable to get close to anyone because of not being able to share the life. Yes, some hunters did get together but even that was lonely. No friends, no family. And Connor had always been a friendly person. The lost four years had, essentially, being waiting for that last, finally blow, waiting for death. And now...

"Pull in here" 

He glanced over when Elizabeth said that, seeing the parking lot and the lake. He didn't say anything, just pulled in, parking the car. He sighed, and got out, going to the boot, and taking out another set of plates, taking off the ones on the car, and putting them on. 

Then he walked to the edge of the lack, and stared out, hands in his pockets. He stared out for a long time, before sighing, squaring his shoulders and turned around, to face Elizabeth.