He saved John Connor from a slaughterhouse when he was barely eighteen years old. Carried him out of Century, away from machines and death and metal and blood and screaming.
For years, he was convinced that that was why Connor trusted him so much. Entrusted him with so much information. He was sure that the reason that Connor had looked at him so strangely that day in Century had been because of surprise. Shock that someone that young could manage to save himself and someone else from something so terrible.
It had surprised him too.
And then he met Sarah Connor.
And then he met John Connor. The younger John Connor. Sarah's son. His son.
And then he understood. He understood the why and the how of Connor's actions. He understood the why and the how of his own, subconcious or whatever.
He'd saved John Connor from a slaughterhouse. He'd saved his son.
If he could do something to keep any of them from going back there, or at the very least to keep from dying when he went back?
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Date: 2009-12-07 09:29 pm (UTC)For years, he was convinced that that was why Connor trusted him so much. Entrusted him with so much information. He was sure that the reason that Connor had looked at him so strangely that day in Century had been because of surprise. Shock that someone that young could manage to save himself and someone else from something so terrible.
It had surprised him too.
And then he met Sarah Connor.
And then he met John Connor. The younger John Connor. Sarah's son. His son.
And then he understood. He understood the why and the how of Connor's actions. He understood the why and the how of his own, subconcious or whatever.
He'd saved John Connor from a slaughterhouse. He'd saved his son.
If he could do something to keep any of them from going back there, or at the very least to keep from dying when he went back?
He'd save him again.