[Jeremy keeps his hand in hers, sensing it, not sensing the death but sensing that it's all on her mind, lingering in her head still. He hates it, and he knows that her friend was going, going to possibly die and how hard that must be to see it all at once.
With everything else going on. He glances down at the ring when she traces it, and he closes his eyes. It saved his life when Damon snapped his neck.
He never takes it off and never will. Jeremy smirks at what she says, nodding in answer.]
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. I've still got five more left.
[Jeremy doesn't mind the morbid jokes. Sometimes they're just necessary, and for people who experience death as often as they do, it helps. To joke. Even if it's not really funny at the end of the day, at the heart of the matter.
He lifts her up a little that's how tightly he holds on, and he has to move his arms to avoid her wings, but he lifts her up against his chest and presses his lips against the side of her face. And he smiles against her though it's pained.] I can't imagine it either.
[Because it feels like he should be wherever she is, no matter what. He really can't imagine another alternative even if he knows one day that other alternative will come. No matter what. No matter how much hope they have.
Someone has to die first.
Jeremy reaches his hand over her hand, and he nods.] Yeah, I'm okay. Really okay. [And because he doesn't really want to keep things from her, not when it's so easy to talk to her, not when he hasn't talked... really talked about any of it with anyone.]
The... first time... Damon killed me. That's why I try to tell you to be careful around him... when he gets emotional, he just reacts. He wanted to hurt my sister like he was hurting so he... broke my neck.
And the second time, I was shot. Just--
All those things that you say about death, what dying's like? It wasn't really like that for me. We didn't have angels of death where I'm from. It was cold, and I... was alone and in pain and terrified. ...you do good for people, Sarah. You do more than good for them.
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With everything else going on. He glances down at the ring when she traces it, and he closes his eyes. It saved his life when Damon snapped his neck.
He never takes it off and never will. Jeremy smirks at what she says, nodding in answer.]
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. I've still got five more left.
[Jeremy doesn't mind the morbid jokes. Sometimes they're just necessary, and for people who experience death as often as they do, it helps. To joke. Even if it's not really funny at the end of the day, at the heart of the matter.
He lifts her up a little that's how tightly he holds on, and he has to move his arms to avoid her wings, but he lifts her up against his chest and presses his lips against the side of her face. And he smiles against her though it's pained.] I can't imagine it either.
[Because it feels like he should be wherever she is, no matter what. He really can't imagine another alternative even if he knows one day that other alternative will come. No matter what. No matter how much hope they have.
Someone has to die first.
Jeremy reaches his hand over her hand, and he nods.] Yeah, I'm okay. Really okay. [And because he doesn't really want to keep things from her, not when it's so easy to talk to her, not when he hasn't talked... really talked about any of it with anyone.]
The... first time... Damon killed me. That's why I try to tell you to be careful around him... when he gets emotional, he just reacts. He wanted to hurt my sister like he was hurting so he... broke my neck.
And the second time, I was shot. Just--
All those things that you say about death, what dying's like? It wasn't really like that for me. We didn't have angels of death where I'm from. It was cold, and I... was alone and in pain and terrified. ...you do good for people, Sarah. You do more than good for them.