Connor almost flinched she she had him against the car and went for his hands. Connor gave a great sigh, listening to all she asked, standing there for a while in silence "We are going to where I suspect the first vampires were created.!23 are going to Salem" he said, staying where he was, "and we don't have enough time for what's in my head" he said with another 

He looked down, away from her. It wasn't that he was angry, or mad at her. He was afraid of what he'd see as he spoke, his voice so soft, yet even as he began to speak. "When you had me against the wall, I was thinking that god has an ironic sense of humor to make me a hunter because of a vampire, only to take my life away because of one. I was thinking that you wouldn't kill me. I knew you wouldn't. And that's why I used a specialized bullet, filled with Dead Mans Bloid, to stun and not kill you." He skipped over some of the questions and continued "what was going through my head was that I murdered a guy in cold blood. That I'm less human than even I thought. That I'll do anything, for my own gain. That I could help you, but that I couldn't do anything for the teenager back home, who most likely went out of control with the false full moon and either killed or turned someone. That most likely Marl had to kill her. That I've left Bessie in a stall to most likely never see me again. And that" he said finally, his voice becoming more softer, "for the first time in four years, I don't want to be alone. "

He closed his eyes right, and his shoulders shook slightly, the only movement he made as he stood there with her head on his chest, his arms by his side. 

"I just want to do one good thing before I die"