[ connor looks down at his hands. he looks sad. but he doesn't have much left in him today to keep arguing. he doesn't know jules and he doesn't have the upper hand, and the feelings he has he cannot even talk about because they are all wrapped up in all of the awful things that have happened today. he has spent all day trying to be a machine, trying to go back. it hasn't worked.

he can't keep doing this. ]

I apologize, I didn't come here to argue philosophy with you. I obviously don't understand the nature of your relationship with him, I shouldn't speculate.

[ he doesn't sound sarcastic, just defeated. ]