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Grey... No Conner... Ran down the street. His Face exposed his eyes blinking. Conner ran and ran. Breathing in the night air as he ran along. Conner decided it was time to overcome his limitations and obsessions. His Mask lay on his bed at the house he had taken as his own. He would wear it again, but now it would not be by compulsion. It would be by choice. At least... he hoped.
Conner's feet made a steady pat pat pat on the ground as he ran along. There were Kine along the sidewalks as he ran. He heard them talking, heard them breathing in and out, even heard there hearts beating. But Conner did not stop he just kept running. It felt good to be running.