Jeremy lets out a really long breath at what Tyler says. There is so much truth in it that it hurts. Something like an anvil being shoved down on his chest as he shakes his head at the question. "I don't know," he admits, because he really doesn't. Like hell he trusts either of the Salvatores, and here Damon is trying to train him. His sister trusts Damon to do it, and Jeremy trusts him to turn him into whatever he has to be to get this done, but beyond that?

There's no trust, because he knows Damon doesn't give a shit bout him beyond curing his sister to find out if she really wants to be with him or not. Take away the sire bond. Stefan wants it for another reason, and Jeremy is caught in the middle of all of it. He's killed three people- vampires (two hybrids and a vampire) now.

He thinks he's supposed to feel something but he doesn't (other than guilt for Tyler's friend). Maybe if he ever stopped to think about it more, he would feel more, but he can't- he can't afford to stop. Ever. It just buries itself.

God, Tyler's mom never should have had to die, never. The feeling of it seeps into his chest and tries to explode there, but it doesn't. It never does. Grief has grown quiet. Grief has become apart of their skin. They wear it, but they never really feel it completely or for long.

There's just never time.

The question sends something spiraling into his chest as he looks down but then nods, achingly quiet with it. His throat tightens.

"Yeah." He doesn't know how he gets the word out at all. There's a small pained smile. "Me too. I'd give anything for it to just... stop."

For them to go a few months without losing someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help." Even if he obviously couldn't have been because he had no control over himself at all, which would have made him a liability, which means he wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway

And maybe Tyler wouldn't have trusted him after how Jeremy did as Stefan said, after what he did with the axe. Just like that.