He stares at Annabelle a long while, and something... snaps.
To someone outside, the only visible thing is the way Connor's eyes light up; for Annabelle, they are standing on the eye of a hurricane of memories.
His memories.
The package; growing up as a freak, always outside, always knowing when people are lying or hiding things, trying to sleep but feeling the dark emotions people let loose in their dreams, near-madness until he learned to block it out.
Until he met the others.
The short few days until the government came after them. Deciding they were dangerous, and had to be controlled or eliminated.
The flight, always restless, always worried, trying to formulate a plan, resentment and anger growing up until the fateful night when Mark made the call, but just because of his temperament: they wanted to do it, to fight and to warn off those trying to kill or enslave them.
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:06 pm (UTC)To someone outside, the only visible thing is the way Connor's eyes light up; for Annabelle, they are standing on the eye of a hurricane of memories.
His memories.
The package; growing up as a freak, always outside, always knowing when people are lying or hiding things, trying to sleep but feeling the dark emotions people let loose in their dreams, near-madness until he learned to block it out.
Until he met the others.
The short few days until the government came after them. Deciding they were dangerous, and had to be controlled or eliminated.
The flight, always restless, always worried, trying to formulate a plan, resentment and anger growing up until the fateful night when Mark made the call, but just because of his temperament: they wanted to do it, to fight and to warn off those trying to kill or enslave them.