His cheek felt warm and weird, like a pleasant burning, and he set the journal on the table behind him before he got up and leaned forward, taking the bottle of whiskey. He sat down and took a long swig from it, pondering Edward's conclusion. "One of the conclusions."

At least, in his mind. His father loved him but ruined him, he was cruel but he didn't think he was cruel. He was a man of science, of pure thought, there was no love or empathy on display. Yet his journal seemed to imply otherwise. "People are cruel and they do what they can to achieve what they wanted. Motivated by fear, they storm ahead and trample on everyone they must to reach that end goal that will bring them relief or salvation." Jonathan shrugged, setting the whiskey back down.

He didn't take it personally. People were awful - it was in their nature. "A father can fear his son's weaknesses as much as he can fear his strengths. Anxiety and fear, intelligence and guile."