Connor's a fuckin' champion. Always dealt with everything better than me. Even with all his guilt- I mean... his whole existence early on was to hunt his own kind. Connor didn't want to be a cop. Not really. Not after what was expected of him. For him? This was probably a blessing.

Me? I don't know. Just sad, I guess.

[He thought it was nice to be in a place not seething with corruption. But by default the place was corrupt. The Head had pretty much manufactured good vibes in favor of itself.]

Just remember, if this gets rough, talk to someone. Don't be like me. Don't isolate yourself and wait for someone to dig you out. It's not worth the wait.