Lee shook his head, looking around to see if anyone was around. "Vernon, I appreciate your concern, and I love the fact that there are people like you still in this world. I shot a man just a couple of hours ago and didn't bat an eye. I have a lot on my mind right now, but the one thing I know for certain is that Clementine is safer and happier in a group of people she knows, a group of people who've been with her since the beginning. So, my answer is no. I'm sorry."

Vernon looked down, nodding his head. "I understand. She's very important to you." With a hefty sigh, the old man made his way downstairs. Halfway down, as Lee laid his face in his hand, Vernon looked back up. "You're making a mistake. She can be safe and never have to hurt a soul. We can shelter her."

"No offense, Vernon, but sheltering her has done her no good. I thought you'd know that." Lee replied, staring back pacifly.

"What the hell has the world come to.." Vernon muttered, leaving the house.

"You're asking me." The leader mumbled back, the door shutting behind the old man as Lee thought about Crawford. 'What the fuck did I do? Why did I resort to that so quickly? I should have reasoned with him, should have listened to what he had to.. No. He wanted to hurt the group. He would have killed us. I saved us. If anything, he deserved it. I can't go down this road again, not again.."

"Uh…" Molly was right behind Lee, startling the man. 'Did she hear me? Did I not think that?!'

"Did you-"

"Hear everything? You bet."

"Shit.." Lee shook his head, grumbling to himself.

"Hey, don't worry. I can say for certain that the bastard had it coming to him." Molly assured, fake gagging at the thought of Oberson.

"I don't know.. What's with the bag?" Lee found his eyes lingering on Molly's back. On it was the bag she usually only wore when she was going out, not once did she wear it in the mansion until now. She looked flushed.

"Oh.. I decided to take my leave." She replied slowly, trying to remain cool.

"Why? Kenny's got the boat almost ready and we still have some supplies." Lee asked, walking closer to her. She folded her arms and looked down.

"Yeah, well.. I've always been better without a group, y'know? I've been on my own for as long as Crawford's been weeding out the sick and the old."

"But we care about you, we're not like Crawford."

"I know, but.. I just don't know if I can do this. Besides, I never was a fan of the water." She chuckled. Lee could tell it was fake, but wasn't sure what to say. If she wanted to leave, he should let her, but he really did enjoy her company.

Choices:

A: Molly, please stay with us.

B: Farewell, Molly.

Relationships:

Clementine is really happy you're back. 8/10

Kenny is very happy to have everything he needs for the boat. There are things saddening him that he won't talk about, but overall he likes you. 8/10

Carley is very happy to be in a relationship with you. 10/10

Duck is excited to be out on the water. 9/10

Vernon is displeased with your answer, but understands. 6/10

Brie is happy you and your group are safe. 8/10

Omid is happy everyone came back alive and well. 8/10

Christa is very thankful for your save of Omid. 8/10

Ben is both nervous and excited to follow any orders you need him to. 7/10

Travis is happy to be on your side. 10/10

Chuck is more than happy he finally found a mostly happy group. The last few days have been heavy, but he's happy to be here. 10/10

Molly is thinking of leaving, but she does like you and your crew. 8/10

The Stranger is out there, somewhere.. 3/10

((Question of the chapter: How do you feel about Lee's mental state? Is he ready to become a killer to survive, or is that lifestyle beyond him? My canon Lee only killed Larry and the State Senator outside of random bandits.))