"That... that Javert! He said he's executed a young boy for his participation in the strange... truthfulness of last week. Something about trying to meddle in the "gift" the Fog gave us." Erina was so beside herself her hand shook slightly as she placed the kettle back on the stove and turned to face him.

"By which he of course meant," Erina motioned to Jonathan's more apparent changes than her own. You will take loose leaf from her cold, dead hands, Jonathan.