Violin (after battle)

I know this for certain...

That Catherine died... because you dared to set foot in our manor, interloper.

You... you are but a wretched devil...

... that never should have come to our home...

Well...

Your father likes me more than he likes you.

...!

You might be the one warming yourself by the fireplace now, but...

I'm the one your father truly cares about. Me, a poor child from the filthy Backstreets.

Oh... poor Heathcliff. He should never have said such a thing.

You... you fucking mutt...!

Come on, hit me if you wanna. I can take it.

What do you think your father will have to say when he sees the wounds you've inflicted on me?

His words would turn into thorny roots and bury themselves in my brother's heart as long as he lived. No matter how many times he thrashed Heathcliff to exhaustion, no matter how much time passed after our father's death, they remained.

Yes. That is when Hindley began to believe...

... that Heathcliff was here to take everything he ever had.

Give it back...

Give it back...! My home! My violin! My future! Aaaahhhhhh!