Connor watched as Becker stood strangely silent, his eyes closed and his face looking like he had justgone through the same yearlong ordeal as the rest of them. Connor becan to panic at the reaction; realising that his prediction about returning to an altered timeline may be correct. Becker was clearly hiding something with his silence, and Connor knew it must be his reaction to Connor mentioning a woman who didn't exist here. He now understood what the Professor had felt.
<>"That's what I wanted to tell you."</i>
Connor felt himself relax a little as Becker acknowledged Sarah's existence here. But, as Becker opened his eyes to look at them all again, eyes that were stained an unrecognisable colour of guilt, Connor folded his arms against his chest and let his weary body lean against the ARC corridor wall.
And, then Becker said those words that Connor hadn't even imagined. In all his crazy theories of time travelling altered realities, he had ignored the simple fact that this job meant that they were always all so close to death. A fact that Sarah must have come to realise also. He opened his mouth to speak, but as his stomach continued to twist as the information sunk into his being and numbness gripped him, his throat was dry and he took this to be one of those moments that Abby said he should always think before he spoke.
Danny broke the brief but heavy silence, and gave the soldier a reassuring pat on the shoulder, but Connor was lost for a reaction. All he could think about was how this never seemed to get easier. First Steven, then Nick, as well as the countless other ARC employees who's funerals thay had all been present at, but it still carried with it that same physically painful draining feeling. Connor shoved his hands into his pockets, and let a few tears slowly work their way down his cheeks. Becker looked like Connor had never seen him before, and he ignored Abby's advice.
"I guess we missed the funeral then?" his voice was shaky with tired sobs, but completely void of humour, yet he still flinched as he registered what he had actually just said. "Sorry."
He looked at the floor, knowing exactly what kind of horrified face Abby would be pulling. It still all didn't seem real, yet at the same time it was awkwardly blatant to him. He looked up to Becker and gave him as strong and reassuring look as he could muster, the soldier's eyes glistening with melancholy.