Jonathan waited. His friend near death. His life fueled by forgetfulness and isolation. He wanted nothing more than to go home. To watch the Brevington Knights face off against whatever foe dare challenge them. But he couldn't. For all that he'd lost over the years, Charles was the only person to remain. His friend gasped. Life slowly ebbing. A familiar pain creeping up his spine as Jonathan waited for the Reaper to claim one more victim. Instead, he heard a whisper. Leaning closer, Jonathan understood his friend's words. He wished he hadn't. He wished, in that moment, that he could have saved his friend's life instead of searching for another.