I teared up listening to today’s re-dracula ESPECIALLY at the end. The way Jonathan’s voice hitches and breaks at “Is it then so near the end? Tomorrow! Tomorrow—” makes him sound so broken and despairing and YOUNG. You can practically hear him crying as he writes in the diary, and he’s already broken down crying in front of the Count despite his best efforts to keep up with the pretense.
But playing Dracula’s game was only ever to buy himself time, and now even that borrowed time is out, and he’s staring death in the face and his life has only just started and he doesn’t want to die—!
He’s recklessly bold in this entry, challenging Dracula and hoping to walk alone through the woods at night, but at the same time he’s never sounded more afraid. I am viscerally overwhelmed with the need to comfort him.











