[The look that Hank gives him is initially enough to still him in his spot, the anger and resentment acting something that hooks the soles of his shoes into the ground. Connor doesn’t move forward, his brows pinched tight, frown prominent on his face. His LED works a telling yellow, to match his mood.]
I—
[Difficult to know how to approach this. That Hank’s first world hop should be met with failure — that Connor’s second should be the same.]
We must have missed something, if only we had a little more time. If we had—
[It all sounds like excuses, spinning in his programming. All those people he failed…]
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I—
[Difficult to know how to approach this. That Hank’s first world hop should be met with failure — that Connor’s second should be the same.]
We must have missed something, if only we had a little more time. If we had—
[It all sounds like excuses, spinning in his programming. All those people he failed…]
It wasn’t supposed to end like that.