Connor's breathing was becoming more and more laboured and it was getting increasingly hard to focus with the more blood he lost, so he did not protest as Haytham took the reins from him. His horse whickered and made another bid to shy away as it was tied to the tree, however, forcing Connor to grab onto the closest thing -- Haytham's arm, in this case -- to stay upright.
His pride was never going to let him live this one down.
"I see... little other choice," he rasped. The closest settlements where he might get real medical attention were a long ride from here, and anywhere he considered a safe location was even further. "What... concern is it if yours?"
If Connor lived, it would benefit Haytham in the short-term. If he eventually succumbed to his wounds, it would benefit him more in the long-term. Whatever happened, his father had every reason to be no less indifferent than he had always been.
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His pride was never going to let him live this one down.
"I see... little other choice," he rasped. The closest settlements where he might get real medical attention were a long ride from here, and anywhere he considered a safe location was even further. "What... concern is it if yours?"
If Connor lived, it would benefit Haytham in the short-term. If he eventually succumbed to his wounds, it would benefit him more in the long-term. Whatever happened, his father had every reason to be no less indifferent than he had always been.