I don't accept that. You shouldn't, either. You can't just accept things, Oliver. If I'd accepted my life, I would be a cocktail waitress in Vegas like my mother, and I never would have gone to college, and I never would have moved a thousand miles away to work at Queen Consolidated, and I never would have believed some crazy guy in a hood when he told me I could be more than just an IT girl.
If you loved me, if you trusted me, telling me this wouldn't be such a burden; It would be a relief.
Maybe you're not supposed to. Maybe it's not about Sara, or Oliver or anyone else that we care about who we lost. Maybe what we're doing, we've been doing because there are people that we care about that are still alive. Maybe we're doing it for them.
You're at war with two sides of yourself.
Marriage is about inclusion. It's about leaning on your partner when things get complicated. But I don't think you know how to do that.
When we thought you were dead, each one of us had to figure out why we were doing all this. Seems like it's your turn.
The recruits didn't get to see the real you because you showed them this angry guy in a mask.
Before you left, the last thing you said to me was that you loved me. Now you're back and the first thing you tell me is that you're working with the man who turned your sister, a woman you're supposed to love, into a killer who killed a woman you used to love! I don't want to be a woman that you love.
If you're not leaving I'm not leaving.