The Unchosen — Leaving The Whitmores

You don't get to do what you did and walk away clean. From now on, I'm done being a Whitmore. Clara, look at you. All that time trying to win them over, and you couldn't even get a proper And now, a stomach that won't even let you stand.

Benedict. You don't have to go, Clara. You can stay here, with us. Dad. Hey, you're getting new brothers, but you don't get rid of me that easily.

If anybody gives you a hard time over there, call me. I'll handle it. Okay. Jesus, Clara, what did they do to you? You. I'm going back there. They're not getting away with this.

Don't. I'm tired. I just want to go home. Alright. Let's go home.