Jon watched as Brendan practically withered away. This wasn't like Barry, or Darius, or Michael. It didn't happen just conveniently out of view. It was happening right in front of Jon, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Jon should have never followed them. He shouldn't have listened to Brendan, he wished he still didn't know that Brendan didn't mean it. He wished he was still hating him, even though Brendan had done nothing to deserve it.
Jon had spent so long alone he forgot what it felt like to hurt, what pain really was. All this emptiness was filled with something else, and Jon couldn't take it. Even worse, Brendan told them not to go after Jae, that it wasn't his fault.
Jon's eye teared up. Why? Why, why, why, why, why? Brendan hadn't deserved anything that had happened to him on this island, no one did really, but he was hurt the worst out of everyone. It was Jon's fault too. Jon was one of his worst enemies, even though Brendan had only wanted a friend.
He grabbed Brendan's hand, just so even if he couldn't see them, he'd know they were still there.
"It's okay, Brendan... It's okay. J-just... let it happen. It's over, okay? Y-you don't have to be afraid anymore. We're with you... We won't leave you."
Despite everything though, Jon realized that Brendan was the lucky one. He wouldn't have to see what comes next. He wouldn't have to watch Alba grieve, he wouldn't have to watch the rest of his classmates and friends kill each other... He wouldn't have to watch what Jon had planned for Min Jae...
If there was anything Jon could take solace in for Brendan, it was the fact that Brendan wouldn't hurt anymore. The game was over for him. For everyone who died, they didn't have to worry anymore. They'd stay young forever, they wouldn't be afraid, or alone, or in pain any longer. Jon had one last thing he wanted to say to Brendan.
"Brendan... when you see the others, tell them... Tell them I'll see them soon, okay?"