What I want?

[What does he want?

To live peacefully? To be understood? To take Elias' office and see everything? To take the throne below, his rightful position and his rite now that it's empty and calling-

Jonah moves both hands to under the table, one gripping the other tightly. Ignore the weird feeling of where his skin feels different along the knuckles. Feels a hairline crack in his ring.]

I'm not sure what I want yet either, if I'm being honest. We should - a day. Just... At least tonight, rest. Recup.