Director's Origins

⚔︎How did I Become so Numb⚔︎

Weight was still bearing down on Conner, and it seemed to get heavier each day. Right off the bat he had regretted agreeing to become the newest Director. But he figured it was the only way he could get himself out of there once and for all.

He was confused about everything and lost all on his own.
Not a moment went by where he didn't think of Damian. The one person he trusted with his everything, who had become his friend, and someone he fell in love with.

He had walked away from Conner and left him there alone. At first, Conner didn't blame him, and he still didn't yet at the same time he felt like it was selfish of him.

Promising that he'd always be there for him, loyal to a fault, and do anything for him. Just to one day change his mind and throw it all away by walking off. Regardless of it all he still missed him, and still loved him. All he wanted, in the end, was for him to come back and be with him again. Half of him still held onto that hope. He was searching for comfort as he was alone and changing so much and so fast.

Sniffling as he stared up at the blank ceiling. Slowly blinking his eyes shut a moment he heaved out a sigh. Not at all wanting to get back up again and face the base as this new person. In a way, the CIA was still able to build Conner into something that he wasn't. He wasn't a gun blazing, memory erased, psychopathic monster, but he wasn't the person he used to be.

He wasn't Director material, he was still just a kid, only twenty-five. He had to place a facade in front of who he really was, and become some kind of leader.

Heaving out another long sigh he hoisted himself to sit upright. He had been moved to a new bedroom. On the second to the top floor of the building. It was where the Director's room was located. It was much larger than his old room and everything inside it was larger as well it seemed. King-sized bed, large dresser, walk-in closet, even his desk was a lot bigger than his old one. The room was very open spaced with windows that touched the floor, just like all around the base.

Conner rolled over and pushed himself up onto his feet. Still not wanting to he had to get himself ready for whatever it was he had to do next. Rubbing at his eyes he wandered over to the closet and picked out a random suit that went together. Placing on the red pants, white collared shirt, and black jacket, as well as strapping on his watch. He again fixated at his hair and slipped on his shoes.

Crossing over to the other end of the room and heading out the door. Locking it behind him.

Looking around there were still people working at the base. Fixing what had been broken and cleaning to perfection like it always had to look. Glancing up he knew the rooftop's disaster was all his doing. But he pushed that aside and made his way up to the top floor.

Once he made it he quickly rushed over to the office, his office, and shut the door behind him. Leaning his lower back onto it and shaking his head. Conner had no clue what he was doing but had been playing it off as he had. So far nothing seemed to explode or go too haywire.

Despite that, he was acting like he knew a thing or two about anything he had been discussing for the past few days. Whatever came out of his mouth the Executives loved and went with it anyway. It still grated at his nerves and annoyed him. To them, he could never do any wrong, even if he attacked his own kind in a blind rage.

They just told him to pretend like it never happened. Which was sickening, but he had to go along with it. Still having that and about a million other things rush through his mind all at once. Damian had decided to sneak its way back to the forefront if his mind. He worried about his whereabouts and if he was in a safe space.

He had nowhere to go and had to wander off aimlessly, sure he could take care of himself more than well but Conner still worried. Now would be the time where he would come in to check on Conner like he always did whenever he got overwhelmed. He would come right in and do what he could to help him. No matter what the issue was, he was willing to tackle it full force.