[The moment Connor's eyes go soft, Sean has to look away. He can't look at this cop trying to railroad him when he's looking like the same guy Sean watched sleep before he slunk off that first night. He's fucking cave in and no soft looks are going to mean anything when he's the one with a murder charge on him. And it's not even someone he actually killed.]

I didn't know him. I barely ever talked to him. He was always picking fights with people. One of them probably got tired of him. It wasn't me.

[Sean doesn't want to be here. It's stupid, it's fucking stupid, but he's most upset about his books. He spent so long collecting them all, and no matter what happens, they'll just throw them away. Nobody's going to give a shit about a punch of dumb, cheap pulp books except for him. He closes his eyes and just rests his chin against his chest.]

But it doesn't matter. The guys who did it have real lawyers. And it's easier to charge somebody you know nobody gives a fuck about.