“I’ve never known him. I thought I did, but it was only in reading his diary that I realised I had never known him. Now it’s too late. It’s too late to tell him I had got the wrong idea about him. Too late to tell him I’m sorry.”
Коннор, блин. т_т соберись, это только пролог, ещё есть 303 страницы боли, страдания и отчаяния.