Maeve looks at him, tells him these dark and scary things she must've held tight to herself for God knows how long. There is a darker part of him that wants to hold that over her; to dare her to call him scared again; to rip and tear and leave her broken and bloody in this wood where nobody would know or care.
But he feels the truth of her words. The bitterness of this hollow life they now lived; the constant pressure to hold back, to act polite, even if it was a facade; the constant fear of living in the shadow of beings who could, in an instant, want you dead even if a moment ago they'd called you "friend". Those soft, piercing blue eyes look him square and ask him the question he dared not ask himself for so many sleepless mornings.
Conner's gaze softens, letting the blue-haired Shadow see a man who had lost so much and was so, so tired of losing. "I'm not sure I want to "get over it". I want to remember what it was like before, when I could look up at the sun without fear it would set me on fire. I want to remember what it was like to...hold someone and not want to murder them simply because I could. I want to rip this damn curse out of my stomach and snap its goddamn neck for taking so much from me!" He catches himself, his voice briefly turning low and feral. Pauses, recomposes. "But if I can't have that; I at least want to walk in the darkness knowing I can be less of a monster than those who led me on this path. That I can turn that rage and carnality into something that protects instead of destroys." He looks to Maeve, wondering if even crocodile tears are possible for Kindred. "I want to know that I'm wanted. That I'm not just a pawn or a soldier or a cold body." He emphasizes those last two words as he takes another step; not a challenge, an invitation. "And if that's what you want too, then maybe we can help each other?" There was just enough edge in Conner's voice that hinted at something Bestial behind the soft words. But he would wait; he needed to know that she wanted this too, otherwise...he didn't want to think of the ramifications of that "otherwise".
Empathy reveals frustration, desire, grief, and an undercurrent of lust