“I love you, Jon.” Elias, no, it’s Jonah now, repeats and Jon hates how the world isn’t falling apart around him.
He wonders how he got here. Here being at the near end of the world next to someone he thought he hated. Next to someone he knows he loves back.
“You don’t have to say anything, I know.” Jonah says softly. Softer than someone like him ought to be capable.
He’s done horrible things, yes, but so has Jon.
They both know this.
It, as much as everything else, doesn’t change anything.
They say it takes losing something to make you realize its importance, but Jon doesn’t feel like he’s lost something. If anything he’s gained everything.
The world is all but over, but he’s finally free from it all.