Connor POV
The urge and my overwhelming desire are only quieted by the strange sense of pride and admiration that suddenly swells inside my chest when a fresh wave of memories and images flood through me so unexpectedly my breath catches, getting stuck in my now sealed throat, while the force of the impact almost causes me to stagger back as if I actually just took a physical blow. Though a physical blow of any magnitude would be preferable to whatever foreign s**t this is, hands down.
The hollowness in my chest almost fills up entirely as that foreign pride and admiration continue swelling, shocking the dead thing that’s supposed to be a heart back to life for the duration of the persistent, imposing, overpowering, all-consuming images assaulting and plaguing my thoughts and terrorizi
