[If he had held onto any scrap of belief in God, he would be praying his heart out right about now. But because he's too cynical to have faith in an invisible guiding hand that reaches down from the heavens, what crashes through his thoughts instead is a wave of cursing, because fuck this.
Connor knows he should stay alert while the battle unfolds not ten feet away, but as soon as Lucina smashes her sword into the first victim, and he hears the dull thud ring against her skull like a warning, he presses his back flat against the tree trunk and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to see the bodies falling, like Sam Keating, like Emily Sinclair, whose corpses still weigh heavily on his conscience, but he can do nothing to block his ears against the metallic clash of weapons.
ilu jaybo...sorry this is lame
Connor knows he should stay alert while the battle unfolds not ten feet away, but as soon as Lucina smashes her sword into the first victim, and he hears the dull thud ring against her skull like a warning, he presses his back flat against the tree trunk and squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to see the bodies falling, like Sam Keating, like Emily Sinclair, whose corpses still weigh heavily on his conscience, but he can do nothing to block his ears against the metallic clash of weapons.
There is little he can do but wait.]