AS I SEE THEM / o, return

[charrie graveyard]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Everything had been so... strange after he left the Typhoon. It had been hard for him to leave, especially after the Captain had given him the tie he now wore around his neck- a symbol of the people he had left behind. Really, he shouldn't care as much as he did, but now, as he lay under a tree miles away from the island, he found himself thinking of them- and not his mission.

All he had ever known in his life so far after his bout of amnesia, was his mission. He was to infiltrate the animal groups of this region, collect info, study the natives. He wasn't supposed to make friends, and he certainly wasn't supposed to feel emotions- but in the course of 2 weeks, everything had changed, and now he couldn't stop thinking about them. It was then that he came to the conclusion- he was feeling heartbreak. Because to him, the Rouxes had become family. And what had he done? He had left them behind like the cold, unfeeling monster he was. Tears pricked at the corners of Connor's eyes as he stood up, head turning to look back in the direction of the Typhoon. Fuck his mission... he couldn't do it anymore. His mission didn't matter. He wouldn't do it, he wouldn't continue on. Connor wanted to go back.

Of course, there was still apart of him that told him to obey, screaming at him to keep going, but ignored it, starting to head back. An invisible wall was what stopped him at first, but he did his best to push through it, claws slashing and paws thrashing as he fought back and forth with himself. Moments ticked by, but eventually, he made it.

He was deviant.

For once, that wasn't such a bad thing.

Now that he was free, the tabby would break into a full blown sprint, pushing through the undergrowth of the forest he had somehow found himself. He wasn't sure how long he had ran for, or what distance he had covered but eventually, he was making his way over the submerged railroad tracks, slowing his pace down to a trot. Then, finally, he had made it back to the railroad gate, stopping before the arch to catch his breath. Once he had done that, he would furiously ring the bell a few times before calling out to anyone nearby. "Hello!? It's me, Connor! I've returned." A part of him feared they wouldn't forgive him for leaving- what if they were angry with him? What if they wanted nothing to do with him after what he had done? Perhaps they were irrational fears but... he just hoped they would take him back.

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