[The more Connor talks about how it's not supposed to be a punishment, and that he's sorry, the more he hunches in on himself.]
Connor, I don't have anywhere to go back to. My job's gone, so now I don't have money. You can't pay rent without money. I can't get a job without papers. And there's no chance in hell that Immigration is going to hand over papers to a known felon.
[He glances back at Connor. Sean knows he means what he's saying and that makes it worse. He's sorry he used Sean. But sorry doesn't put the broken glass back together again.]
I know you didn't mean to fuck me over. You didn't even think about me when you did all this. You were thinking about stopping a bunch of bad guys, and that I'd help you do that. So here I am, helping. So just... let me do this. You can put them away and make things safe for everybody else.
[He zips up the bag he's filling, and then moves on to the last one, carefully filling it with books. He picks out his favorites first, lining the bottom and the next row with them. He tries not to spend too long agonizing. He makes a stack of the ones he knows he can always get copies of, and fills the rest of the bag with the rarer ones, or the ones he's not sure anybody prints anymore. It's a tight fit, but he makes it, and he only has to abandon twenty books, which isn't bad.]
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Connor, I don't have anywhere to go back to. My job's gone, so now I don't have money. You can't pay rent without money. I can't get a job without papers. And there's no chance in hell that Immigration is going to hand over papers to a known felon.
[He glances back at Connor. Sean knows he means what he's saying and that makes it worse. He's sorry he used Sean. But sorry doesn't put the broken glass back together again.]
I know you didn't mean to fuck me over. You didn't even think about me when you did all this. You were thinking about stopping a bunch of bad guys, and that I'd help you do that. So here I am, helping. So just... let me do this. You can put them away and make things safe for everybody else.
[He zips up the bag he's filling, and then moves on to the last one, carefully filling it with books. He picks out his favorites first, lining the bottom and the next row with them. He tries not to spend too long agonizing. He makes a stack of the ones he knows he can always get copies of, and fills the rest of the bag with the rarer ones, or the ones he's not sure anybody prints anymore. It's a tight fit, but he makes it, and he only has to abandon twenty books, which isn't bad.]