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There was so much they did not know. Worse that they had to piece meal this together from so many sources.

Jeremiah's fingers flexed in and out in Algie's, warmth returning to it and his rattled nerves being eased. He took a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke out with a shaky breath. "Sunny is kin, not kind and-" A breath. "I don't see her the way others do or I'd understand." His eyes reflected back the light of his cigarette a moment, taking on that eerie quality they had now, as he looked to his lover.

"Then maybe I'd be able to do what apparently needs to be done, have the balls for it." The words of the ghastly version of himself, not him. The silver-haired man reached and stubbed out the cigarette. It was the last one of the pack. "Sunny has to be killed and, if it's to be believed, I've never had the heart or spine to do it."

Jeremiah's expression faltered a moment, something insecure and dark, before he simply sighed. "I honestly have no idea what I think of her right now."

It was the truth because part of him felt as if she had been dealt a sorry lot. There was more to it than that but that was sme of it. Jeremiah was sympathetic towards her even after everything she had done, had said. His heart was soft but did Sunny really deserve to be in a place where he cared?

He picked up the piece of paper, the one emblazoned with YOUR FAULT, and turned to slide it folded up into the journal he kept now. Everything had already been written down, what he had experienced.

"It honestly seems a contradiction because I asked how I was supposed to see her for what she really is ..." Jeremiah looked towards Algie again, fingers finding his once more. His hands had warmed. "I was told to try asking her." The look on his face said exactly what he thought about that.

Jeremiah would always be touched by Sunny's memories, by the very real fear of hers that he had felt, by the wonder, by that moment she had lifted him up and that sky had been visible. The one that was old and open and the stars not at all the same.

It was part of why he had trouble reconciling, why he still held hope.

"Perhaps if I stop waiting for there to be a reason to talk to her, or for her to come to me, it might go better." His fingers stroked Algie's cheek, watching him and leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. "Considering she is already here, I've no idea what that implies. If she's part of that place, if she's a child of it ..." He leaned back, shaking his head.

"Everything pushes back towards Sunny whether I like it or not."

It was a dark thought to consider: killing Sunny.

Jeremiah reached back to the piano with a hand, taking a moment to lead Algie's through a few notes. "Of course," he agreed, "there's no other way I would want it." With the other. His hand stopped and reached to brush against the signet ring on the other's finger, thumb sliding along the warm metal.

"I have thought," he admitted quietly after being quiet for a little while, "about using my favor to find out about the pieces."

"If it's like horcruxes, Alg, then knowing about them could help us." Jeremiah paused a moment, his hand squeezing the other's briefly.

"As it stands, I've become less comfortable having the favor still there. I'm not rushing into using it but I would rather be out from underneath it." It was something that he did not like having.

"That is exactly why I've not taken advantage of it but also why I want to be out from under it. With how things have been going, I worry that there will be a point that I will find myself forced to use it." Whether he wanted to or not. It was a valid concern and he would prefer to use it on his own terms than someone else's.

"... and for all I know, Sunny's behavior - the way she's been acting - is simply part of the punishment for breaking it." Which he did not like and did not, for his own mental health, dwell on. He was still going to do his best to bring the other two home but-

"No one is ever what they seem." The only ones they could trust implicitly were in the room.

"I know and I'm trying to avoid that." Jeremiah's fingers were tight around Algie's. "Too much has already happened." The cold had faded leaving him only with the faint ache that he came and went. He had to let go when the other went for his pipe, watching as he lit it and puffed.

It was a very real concern of his that they would die - that it had happened before - and this between them-

Jeremiah and Algie would not be able to enjoy it, to revel in it, because this was something they had both wanted for years and only now found.

"We will, Alg enjoy it ..." He leaned against the other. "... and we'll do our best to not end up with the same fate as those that came before us." Jeremiah nosed along Algie's neck, brushing along his jaw. A hand came up and tilted his head the moment the pipe was pulled away from his lover's mouth.

Definitely stealing smoke and a kiss.

"Besides, we're going to have that time to ourselves when we go back to England," he said in a quiet breath, exhaling and smiling a little. "We'll make time if this place won't give it to us."