I slept with Stephen. I'm so sorry. If I could take it back, I would. And it doesn't change how I feel about you. The thought of losing you terrifies me. Say something.
And how would you know? My nephew stripped you of your powers. How different it must feel living down here, like some scared, paranormal rat when you really belong on the surface with the rest of our species.
Coney Island. You were posing as a psychic, using telepathy to tell poor saps what they wanted to hear. And then I made the mistake of letting you read me. And in that instant you took my hand, you knew more about me than anyone, and you weren't repulsed or scared.
I'd never met someone like you, of any species. So passionate. So intelligent. So vulnerable. You, my darling, are a web of contradictions. You need me inside that tangled head of yours.
Listen to me, Stephen. Jedikiah ordered me to kill your father. There was no plan. Roger didn't know! I saw it on his face, I read it in his mind. I held his body in my hands. So trust me when I tell you your father is dead.
You're both wrong. He's alive. And I need your help. This isn't about me. This is about all of us. The Refuge is real, but we can't get there without my dad. Now, the whole reason you guys tracked me down was so that I could find him. So either you believe that I'm the Chosen One or you don't. Which is it, Cara?