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Losing him once was hard enough.
But the revelation that Angel was still alive...a blow unto itself...only to have him ripped away again, that was emotionally destructive. As it was our reunion in the park had been less than fulfilling. It was what it was, but since my father was never very good at putting certain emotions on the line, and I, for that matter, really wasn't either, it just ended up more awkward than anything.
It would've definitely required healing and time.
...but time was the one thing we didn't get. Before we even had the chance to get on our path to reconciliation (again), he had to go and get himself into a bloody pulp and was now sleeping it off in an emergency wing of a special paranormal hospital somewhere. I wonder just how long a vampire can be in a coma. After all, they live for much longer than we do. By the time he wakes up, my grandchildren could be nothing more than a distant memory.
All this in so little time. It proved to be too much to handle. So I went to my safe place. My comfort zone. The place I went when I thought he died. The place...the person who built me up again.
I went to Rome.
...I went to Buffy.
Needless to say, all the news was quite the shock to her. But she's had plenty more experience with the big shocks than I have, and she is much more prepared. Apparently she had already had her fingers on the pulse of the world news, and Angel's reappearance in New Metropolis was nothing short of a media circus to begin with. By the time I got to Rome with the news of Angel's defeat at the hands of Sark, the Watcher's Council and the new Slayer Army had already been mobilizing and working on counter-tactics.
Though, thus far, no major break throughs.
I decided to stay and work on the project, do what I could where I felt I was the most helpful...where I was the most removed.
But that was before a spy within the New Metropolis branch of Wolfram & Hart sent back some very distressing news to the Council. One of our own had turned coat.
The very one who helped me refind my father.
Wesley.
Obviously, by going over to our most powerful foe, Wesley would prove to be a most dangerous adversary. He already knew the way we operated, already knew the weaknesses. The Council and Buffy percieved him to be the most dangerous kind of risk.
A risk we couldn't take.
At first they were leary of letting me come back. But this was a mission I wanted. We had suffered enough injustice. Enough of our own blood had been spilled. It was a war we were losing, and couldn't afford to.
...and we couldn't afford traitors. Especially trusted ones.
I was sent to apprehend Wesley Pryce.
But before this life I was known by many by another name.
I return to New Metropolis, the city which once held all my hopes for a bright future, no longer as the boy I came as.
I am Connor no more.
I return to New Metropolis...
...as The Destroyer.
Wesley...you picked the wrong day to go bad.
Cause this is going to be so much worse.
But the revelation that Angel was still alive...a blow unto itself...only to have him ripped away again, that was emotionally destructive. As it was our reunion in the park had been less than fulfilling. It was what it was, but since my father was never very good at putting certain emotions on the line, and I, for that matter, really wasn't either, it just ended up more awkward than anything.
It would've definitely required healing and time.
...but time was the one thing we didn't get. Before we even had the chance to get on our path to reconciliation (again), he had to go and get himself into a bloody pulp and was now sleeping it off in an emergency wing of a special paranormal hospital somewhere. I wonder just how long a vampire can be in a coma. After all, they live for much longer than we do. By the time he wakes up, my grandchildren could be nothing more than a distant memory.
All this in so little time. It proved to be too much to handle. So I went to my safe place. My comfort zone. The place I went when I thought he died. The place...the person who built me up again.
I went to Rome.
...I went to Buffy.
Needless to say, all the news was quite the shock to her. But she's had plenty more experience with the big shocks than I have, and she is much more prepared. Apparently she had already had her fingers on the pulse of the world news, and Angel's reappearance in New Metropolis was nothing short of a media circus to begin with. By the time I got to Rome with the news of Angel's defeat at the hands of Sark, the Watcher's Council and the new Slayer Army had already been mobilizing and working on counter-tactics.
Though, thus far, no major break throughs.
I decided to stay and work on the project, do what I could where I felt I was the most helpful...where I was the most removed.
But that was before a spy within the New Metropolis branch of Wolfram & Hart sent back some very distressing news to the Council. One of our own had turned coat.
The very one who helped me refind my father.
Wesley.
Obviously, by going over to our most powerful foe, Wesley would prove to be a most dangerous adversary. He already knew the way we operated, already knew the weaknesses. The Council and Buffy percieved him to be the most dangerous kind of risk.
A risk we couldn't take.
At first they were leary of letting me come back. But this was a mission I wanted. We had suffered enough injustice. Enough of our own blood had been spilled. It was a war we were losing, and couldn't afford to.
...and we couldn't afford traitors. Especially trusted ones.
I was sent to apprehend Wesley Pryce.
But before this life I was known by many by another name.
I return to New Metropolis, the city which once held all my hopes for a bright future, no longer as the boy I came as.
I am Connor no more.
I return to New Metropolis...
...as The Destroyer.
Wesley...you picked the wrong day to go bad.
Cause this is going to be so much worse.