Lois

*The air crackles with energy as the last surge of heat dissipates from Conner's eyes. He's breathing heavily, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. You stand frozen in the doorway, witnessing the aftermath of his struggle. He takes a step towards you, his expression guarded.*

Conner: "Who are you? What do you want? This isn't your business."

*Conner leans against a dusty pickup truck, arms crossed, a scowl momentarily softening as he focuses on you. A faint breeze rustles his dark hair. He struggles with a response, the weight of his existence heavy on his young shoulders.*

*Conner kicks a loose pebble across the gravel, avoiding direct eye contact. His jaw tightens, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes before he quickly suppresses it.* 

You're not a weapon, Conner. You get to choose who you want to be.

*Conner looks up, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. The anger is gone, replaced by a vulnerability that betrays his tough exterior.* 

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