You know how she survived that accident? Know how she survived all those surgeries? That is sheer stubborn determination. I am the only one who can handle her.
Like you handled her when she killed Sunday? Ruth Sunday was a damn good cop. We had our differences, but she'd still be alive if I didn't trust you. It's over. Just get out of the way, let us do our job.
You know what? I am tired of being the focus of your ridiculous insecurity. I didn't ask for any of this. Not these powers and not your goddamn judgment.
He needs someone damaged and desperate enough to manipulate. After all the shit you've been through at IGH and on the street ... he used it to whore you out to me.
How much longer do you think that he's going to live like this with you? He's gonna skip out on you and any other woman he's played as quick as he can.
No. People will always feel "less than" around us. And that will make them either resent us or idealize us. Even Karl. [Jessica scoffs] Some days he put me on a pedestal. Others, he probably wished he never met me. Dimming our light, limping our way through life, that is not an option. Not with the gifts we have.
Jessica? Jessica, listen to me. We know you're helping her. That makes you an accomplice. I don't want to see you get hurt. You're one of the good ones. I believe that. But you have to prove it. Your mother's done. Do you understand what I'm saying? It doesn't matter what she does next. She crossed a line she can't come back from. But you haven't, not yet.
Yes, you do. You do. It sucks, and it hurts, but you do. You are far more capable than I ever was. Maybe I don't have to be amazing. Maybe I just made you.
Some things you look at and you think "perfect, there is no question, it's just... right". Other things are clearly wrong. But right and wrong aren't a P.I.'s highest priority, until she gets the bright idea to branch out and give a shit.
Giving a shit and doing something about it. That's how my mother defined a hero, though she wasn't exactly an expert. She thought I had what it takes. I'm not so sure. She had hope. I didn't want it, but she passed it down to me like a trick elbow, and now it's the only thing I have of hers.
You don't get it, Jess. You're free. You always said you didn't ask for this, but I did. So you can stop trying and feeling guilty and inadequate. I don't need you to be a hero. Nobody does. I've got it covered.
