She doesn't need you.

You don't get to decide that.

You hold her back, and she hates you for it. I cant-- I can't let you drag her down with you, not after everything.

He skips a rock into the water.

You're wrong, she's our friend.

You are her anchor to the rot of our world. I've sacrificed too much for her to be doomed with it.

It wouldn't kill you to shut the thesaurus. Or the bible. I'm trying to support her, and Rivka's gonna see how much we care about her, unlike you bible-thumpers. We're going to find Zara and bring her home, and then fuck off to Bali or something.

Another rock hits the water with a splash.

Go home, Jodie.

...

Fuck you too, Dickwipe. I hear the water's great to drown in this time of year.

You walk away with your middle finger held high in his direction.

LEAVE.