Injured and on the brink of unconsciousness, suffering a badly wounded neck and intense exhaustion, Jonas found himself thinking of the three people he had loved the most.
His daughter, whose capture at the hands of the ruler of the Originals had sparked the relentless passion with which he hunted her and her abductor. He had been willing to give up everything for the barest hope of seeing her smile again, but as the days went by he found that he scarcely remembered her face. This realization had so distressed him that he found himself growing bolder in his actions, delicately treading the thin line of ethics and morality.
His son, whose loyalty to him had been his undoing, whose death had stunned him into horrified vengeance, the thought of revenge burying his inner grief, allowing him to deny his culpability in Luca's fiery demise. While his daughter had motivated him, his son had rooted him, and now that that lifeline was gone, he wondered numbly where he fit into the world now.
His ally, whose charming demeanor and knowledge of the inner workings of the Originals had captivated Jonas from the start, who needed Jonas and his power as much as Jonas had needed him. The sound of his voice, all confidence and silky coolness had mesmerized him, but he would have been willing to doubt the vampire if not for the casual ring of honesty laced throughout. That honesty, though vicious at times, had been to Jonas like water to a parched man, easing the rough dryness in his soul. And the kisses they had shared had felt the same way, Elijah's touch soothing the burning pain that had been with him since the day his daughter had disappeared.
Jonas clutched his hand to his throat, blood seeping through, though at a marginally slower rate now. It had been difficult to trick the doppelgangers, the witch, and the younger Salvatore vampire brother into thinking him dead and gone. While Jonas was relieved by the ease of their acceptance, he also felt a faint twitch of disgust. Fools. Did they really imagine such a powerful warlock would be that simple to kill? The blood continued to clot, and Jonas forced a smile. It was irrelevant. Soon he would be reunited with his ally/lover, and then, hopefully his daughter. Maybe someday he would see his beloved son again, too. The three people he loved the most. He would not let them go without a fight.