Conner's apprehension rises as the wooden rack is wheeled in. He'd wondered if there was going to be some sort of ritual beatdown, given that Mr. Kowalsic was already in a position where he couldn't fight back. But it looked like this was a little less about giving satisfaction to the Succubus and more about making a point. Where death was no longer an option, the wages of sin must be pain.
But a strange relief washes over Conner as Mr. Kowalsic is the one chained to the rack, while the younger Kowalsic remains shaken, but otherwise untouched. Thank God. He meant it too. Sire guilt he could handle; the Lancea Sanctum practically ran on it. The younger Kowalsic would live and learn, as he realizes HE must as well.
The Nosferatu Clan of Sacramento begin huddling up, and Conner can't help but admire their tenacity. He certainly envied their unity of purpose. Something to strive for, I suppose. After all, if Haunts could stand each other and with each other like that, why not Shadows? Except they're not spread so thick as we are. Maybe that was part of the reason they were so visceral to each other? Not enough minds and quirks to dilute the Bestial desire for dominance in a group.
But that epiphany was for another time. For now, Conner watches and waits content that the Prince chose to show mercy where it was needed, and justice where it demanded. There was comfort for him in that, however small.