"Everyone has their own agenda these days." You can't ever trust anyone. Even people who helped him like Hayley or Jules (who died instead of him for Klaus, another death he has to take ownership of) still used him. Hell, so had his uncle Mason. Even Caroline didn't just help him without other motives at first. And well, they all knew what a big mistake trusting Klaus had ever been. "But if you can't trust anyone, then what's the fucking point?"

Tyler doesn't know anymore. What's the point? Why are they still fighting these stupid useless fights like they can make any sort of difference? They're just kids. Sure he's a hybrid and now Jeremy's a hunter and everything's so fucked up but it doesn't change the fact that they're also just kids. He's barely eighteen. Jeremy's younger than that. How in the hell are they supposed to deal with this crap? How do they keep outliving the adults in this town? What the hell is going on?

It's an acute and dull pain all at once when he hears Tyler mention his mother. He knows he has to go home eventually to deal with the estate and things she wanted donated to the town's historical societies and everything else but all he can keep thinking is he just wants his mom back.

All she had wanted was to see him graduate. But now she's dead and whether he should or not, Tyler's always going to feel guilt over that. Over the hybrids. He can't help it. They died because of him. Because of what he tried to do.

Because he was dumb enough to think he could take on an original.

There's a lump in his throat and Tyler takes another long drink, finishing off his beer.

"I'm just so sick of burying people, you know?"

Of course Jeremy does. His parents had been the first to go. The start of all this.