"Oh Connor," Cutter said softly as he kept holding onto Connor, rubbing his back gently as he cried, "I'm so sorry," he didn't know what else to say, he didn't know how to even process the idea that another version of him had died, that it could happen to him, "maybe enough things are different in my timeline that it won't happen?" he tried after a few moments, "Maybe we can prevent this from happening?"

He tried to sound hopeful but he couldn't help but feel doubtful at that if Helen wanted him dead, she would make sure it happened no matter what.