Things would be a lot easier if Connor would just admit what he wanted. There was a contentment in taking care of Miguel. Of helping and making lives a little easier without it having to involve him deciding to shoot something. He's had the same feeling with Hank, wanting to push him to try and be a little better about taking care of himself.

But it was hard to admit it, words still ringing in his mind. I'm sure you're doing what you were made for, fighting the oppressive monsters that is cooking and cleaning. Said by Connie, repeated by the phantom of Amanda. He knew he shouldn't devote so much time to it, but...he didn't have the will to stop.

"We did just have one so I think you're safe. There's at least time between," Connor said. "And it was a chaos storm. Which is different from reality storm. A reality storm is more common and I've only been through one and it seems to have been more random than normal? A chaos storm happens when we drift too close to the chaos below and everything goes out of control. Bending's stronger and running on a hair trigger. We have to physically pull the city up with chains all around the place and then bending was off for about a week."