I'm doing the best I can to hold us together, but if this split gets any worse, I'm gonna have to pick a corner. You know this club needs a healing brother. And you got to be the one to deliver it.
Yeah. That's how I feel about this club. Since I was five Tara, all I've ever wanted was a Harley and a cut. Change won't happen quick, or without blood, but it'll happen. It has to.
Probably 40, 50 patches watching us right now. We represent the past, present, and future of this club. Sure, the Sons are a democratic nation, but everybody knows what happens in Charming sets the tone for every charter.
You tell me. These men behind us, they love you. They respect you and they understand your grief. But they're also wondering what you're gonna do with it.
Either Abel is dead, and you want revenge, or he's alive, and you would kill to find him. Now if you can't make that decision, then you better get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there fast.
Wanting you to stay be part of what I am; I didn't think it through. Obviously, I do that, I don't think s*** through and what it might do to other people.
When Donna was killed, those things you said to me in the hospital about my life being a series of hit and runs, that my face was the only one you saw.
It was the truth. I have created this very serious life for myself. And when I'm inside it, I barely know myself. I have these moments sometimes in the middle of my surgeries when suddenly I'm aware of my hands, you know, doing these extraordinary things. And I think 'Whose hands are these? What am I doing here?'When I'm with you, I never ask that question.
I'm always looking at it. My brain never stops. Why am I here? Should I be here? Am I afraid to stay, afraid to go, afraid to be a mother? It's endless. I drive myself crazy.
I know. That's become so clear to me. The noise doesn't matter. We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else. We're just better human beings when we're with the person we're supposed to be with. I wasn't supposed to leave. I belong here.
Jax, we don't...uh...we don't have shrinks or priests. You don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But are you going to talk to somebody in this club...and work this shit out?
Jax
I've been trying to find some kind of balance, Piney, right thing for my family, my club. Every time I think maybe I'm heading in the right direction. I end up in a place I never even knew could feel this bad. What did I do, man?