β You of all people, Scott, should know what happens to a lone wolf.
β He's not alone! He's got a pack.
β And Theo's not in it. But I am.
β I'm not in the pack, but... no one likes a Nazi.
β Me? You want me to... stop them? You know how many they are?
β Yeah. A lot of them. So get going.
β There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library. It's impossible.
β We can try.
β Where do you get this implausible optimism?
β Definitely not from my father.
β I don't really have a clear picture of where I was.
β I marked the territory. Visually. I marked it visually.
You have no self-preservation instincts. How are you my daughter?
β You said he was dying anyway. What does he have to lose?
β I can't promise this will work.
β I can hear you. I'm not dead yet.
β We need someone to just hear us.
β I think we already did.
β We don't exist! And we are already forgotten.
β Somebody's gonna remember me. Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone. They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me. Who would ever come for you?
β We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.
β That's why I'm the only person that's going in.
β You got a better idea?
β Yeah. It's called, "run like hell." So, leave in five?
β Would you please try to behave like a human?
β I need stiles for that.
β Why? Is he your human crutch?
β He's my anchor.
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