"I played with toys. He played with fire. The circus had a lot of fires. I studied math and science, he stole one of mom's many boyfriend's switchblades. I woke up once to him in my bed, holding it against me. I wanted to have some space and my own identity! Why couldn't you?" Jeremiah asked, his anger coming out as he looked at Jerome, trembling with fear and anger in equal measure. "I knew you were coming. Always coming. I couldn't celebrate your death, I knew you'd be back, I just knew it. And you were!"

Every part of his fear was found and yes, maybe he lied once or twice to get Jerome away but he had to get him away. He was dangerous, psychotic and cruel. And his love was worse than his hate.

"Twins are always so creepy. I really like that you're a twin." Jonathan informed Jerome with a small smile.