"Well, I hope it never comes to that. I hope he finishes his degree, gets a good job, and goes on to lead a completely normal life wherein he never has to think about his vampire father ever again." Angel set his pen back down and looked up at Giles. "I just... hope he doesn't turn out like me. I hope he realizes that this life isn't his only option, that he's got the whole world at his fingertips. He can go out there, out into the sun, and live any way he wants." There were so many things he wanted to tell Connor: his wishes and dreams for the boy, how Angel missed him even when he was there and a million times more when he wasn't, how he loved Connor so hard that it hurt every moment of every day of his life. Yet at the same time, he desperately hoped he would never have the opportunity to say any of those things. If he never saw Connor again, as much as it would break his heart, it would also afford him the only true peace of mind he'd ever experienced, knowing that he had kept his son safe. "You know, I never really understood how important Buffy was to you. I mean, I knew it, but I didn't... get it until Connor. I don't think anyone can truly comprehend that kind of love until they've experienced it." He lowered his head again, and his voice dropped to a near whisper. "I am so sorry for everything I did to you -- and to her -- back in Sunnydale. I don't just mean as Angelus. Getting involved with her, letting her fall in love with me... falling in love with her, breaking her heart... I should've known better. I was the adult, I should have been responsible enough to stay out of her life from day one. I let you both down."