"No, no, please. God, no, this isn't happening." Jeremiah closed his eyes, wishing he had last a bit longer. He wanted to live, he hadn't finished his work, he hadn't found love. All he ever did was stay inside and hide. He didn't have much to lose but he didn't want to lose it anyway. "If you love me, leave me be."

"Worthless to one." Jonathan mused, looking at Edward. Unrequited love. Even between family, it was no less fascinating. "Priceless to two."

Jeremiah laughed tiredly. "Love." How ridiculous. "Jerome... if you love me, put the knife away. Prove to me that you love me."