[Miguel once said he was "innocent." That's not how Connor thinks of himself, really, but it's something he knows is true if you know what you're looking at. For example: as much as he pretends to be an asshole he is physically incapable of being fundamentally the same person who fed the cats under the porch because he didn't want to see them die. He's the same person who ruined the only thing that ever made him feel like he could be what his parents wanted because Miguel needed his help and it was the only thing he could offer. Because Miguel was more important than anything else, really.]

Knowing me is here [Connor draws something from his pocket, a bottle of red nail polish, and sets it on the table.] and me letting you in is here. [Another bottle, this one yellow, is set about six inches away.] Nobody's actually figured out how to get from one to the other. I usually die before they get there.

[For once, he doesn't say it like a joke. It's just stated plainly, like that's a normal reaction to someone asking you to be honest with them.]

Some people are protagonists. I'm the dead girl wrapped in plastic that only matters after I'm gone.

[You know, that one.]