"Nick... please." Connor's voice was strained, barely a whisper. He knew it was pointless. He felt it in his gut. He had already lost Nick... he had already been betrayed, cast aside, forgotten, discarded.
Helen had been right all along, hadn't she? He was never going to be good enough. Nick was always destined to reject him. He would always be the one left behind and discarded. Helen had been right.
And that realization hit like a punch to the gut, rendering him unable to say anything else. Connor just stood there, feeling numb, as he watch Cutter do the one thing he thought he never would.
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Date: 2023-05-08 02:56 am (UTC)Helen had been right all along, hadn't she? He was never going to be good enough. Nick was always destined to reject him. He would always be the one left behind and discarded. Helen had been right.
And that realization hit like a punch to the gut, rendering him unable to say anything else. Connor just stood there, feeling numb, as he watch Cutter do the one thing he thought he never would.