Hank’s lips contorted with discomfort. He lowered his hand from Connor’s shoulder and folded his arms. Defenses were rising up all around him. “You didn’t shoot her, Chloe. Explain that.” He then offered as a point, “you’re a sentient being, Connor, you make the choices and you live with the regret, the joy, the comfort, the whatever.” He drew in a breath and grunted before exhaling. “Mistakes, well..” He unfolded one arm and reached for the potato slice that was unlike the others. “This is part of growing, right?” He then popped the potato in his mouth, gave it a few hard crunches before he was able to swallow it.

“Just because someone made you, doesn’t mean they get to dictate your whole life.. shit, kids have been rebelling against their parents since the dawn of time.”