"Yet, as you pointed out, even before we left we weren't a part of this team. If we had been, do you think we would've gone? And do you think that I'm stupid enough to believe that it was my sight that benched me when I was an integral part of things at the ranch, when I worked daily with the units and then was even given more responsibility? No, it was my failure with the students and punishment for it. It either was Vance or one of you four deciding I was useless, or worse: to even have around your units."
Vermont had been one of the unhappier periods of Eliot's life, and it hadn't been until Nate arrived and told him to stop trying to be what he wasn't that he'd given up on fitting in. April had been relegated to babysitter, so it wasn't as if she wasn't depressed. Not that anyone but him noticed or cared.
"My daughter comes first. How she's raised is up to me and April to decide. If she has family, she has roots, and that's us, not you or the others. While we're thankful Vance decided not to kill us like he'd promised, it doesn't change the fact that we haven't been wanted around since last August, which being the grand profiler you are, you already knew."