How did she-- Of course. Cordy had calmed down considerably after he told her he did it for Connor. It was the only thing that made sense, the only reason he would sign his name to that dotted line. His son was losing it, clinically. There was nothing he could do for him, nothing that could be doen to stop him. Getting a half-vampire the psychological treatment he so desperately needed would've resulted in a bunch of dead psychiatrists, leaving him with only one option he didn't want to take: eliminate his own child in order to keep the world safe from him.

Connor had been beyond saving, was putting other people's lives in danger besides his own. He would've either killed himself and hundreds of innocence (including Cordy) or been taken down by his father's own hand. Wolfram & Hart gave him an Option C that fixed a seemingly unfixable problem. A new, normal life had given Connor the stability he needed, something to fall back on once the reality of his life set back in.

Angel needed to get back to him.

"Yes," he admitted quietly, feeling tears sting his eyes, unbidden. He blinked them back, pressing his fingers against his eyelids. "He was-- Things got bad, things you don't know about. There was nothing-- Nothing I could, and Wolfram & Hart offered me a chance to do what I couldn't do, to give him something I wasn't capable of providing for him."