The Nightmare's End: 1-4 Memento Mori

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Years later, confronted by the London police, Dr. Grey would recall that afternoon he strolled among the tombstones with Jesse.

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• On the fifth afternoon after talking with Agnes Lindvall, Edward and Jesse appear at Lord's Cricket Ground.
• It's a clear day. The brilliant sunlight shines on the wide green lawn and the surrounding stands, making the gentlemen's hats and the ladies' parasols sparkle.
• Jesse, who usually appears lazy at home, has a rosy complexion as he enthusiastically applauds and cheers for the players.
• Jesse Lindvall: Did you see that pitch, Edward?

• Jesse Lindvall: That was fantastic!

• Edward Grey: Yes, I did.

• Edward Grey: The pitcher is Frederick Ward, a schoolmate of mine when I was studying at Bristol Medical School.

• Edward Grey: I have never seen a better pitcher than him.

• Jesse Lindvall: I haven't been to Bristol before. What is it like?

• Edward Grey: I like it. It's not far from Bath.

• Edward Grey: At dusk, the view of the town from the Clifton Suspension Bridge is very beautiful.

• Jesse looks at his smiling face with interest, as if the city was built in his eyes.
• Jesse Lindvall: Did you play cricket often when studying there?

• Edward Grey: When the sun is shining, I prefer exercising to reading.

• Jesse Lindvall: How good were you?

• Edward Grey: If I were good, I would be on the field today instead of standing with you in the stands.

• Jesse bursts into laughter, causing people around him to look over.
• Some spectators who are close to the Lindvall family recognize him and wave with a smile.
• Jesse smiles socially while speaking quietly to Edward beside him.
• Jesse Lindvall: Let me watch your game next time if there's a chance. I'd definitely bet all my chips on you.

• After one round, it's time for a break. The spectators who were originally gathered on the sidelines disperse, resting and socializing under the shade of the trees.
• The two men also walk down the stairs and head to the rest area.
• Jesse Lindvall: How did you persuade my father to let me go out, Edward?

• Edward Grey: I didn't meet Mr. Lindvall.

• Edward Grey: I merely talked to Miss Agnes about you the other day.

• Jesse Lindvall: Ah... so it was Agnes who negotiated with Father?

• Edward Grey: Do you need to use the word "negotiate" when it's just about you watching a cricket match?

• Jesse Lindvall: You don't understand, Edward.

• The rest area is crowded. Many upper-class people come over to greet Jesse gracefully with smiles on their faces.
• Edward considers his status and feels that it would be more appropriate to accompany Jesse silently, and let him unleash the charm as a gentleman of the Lindvall family.
• But Jesse, who speaks confidently, seems to know what he's thinking, and is always eager to steer the conversation back to his friend.
• Jesse Lindvall: Yes, Mr. Anderson.

• Jesse Lindvall: Thanks to Doctor Grey's miraculous skills, I am fortunate enough to witness such a wonderful competition today.

• Gentleman A: Haha, that's great.

• Gentleman A: Doctor Grey's medical skills are so brilliant that he is bound to have a bright future in London.

• Edward Grey: You flatter me, Mr. Anderson.

• Gentleman A: You are so young, yet your medical skills are exquisite. May I ask who your mentor is?

• Edward Grey: It's nothing to speak of. But I was invited by Professor Joseph Lister...

• Mr. Anderson obviously does not know Professor Lister. He smiles blankly, and the conversation falls into an awkward silence for a moment.
• Fortunately, other people joined in to ease the awkwardness.
• Bernard Erskine: Mr. Lindvall! What a surprise to see you here.

• Jesse Lindvall: Good day, Mr. Erskine. You like cricket too?

• Bernard Erskine: The game is exciting, but explaining the rules to a lady is a chore.

• Madam Petit: I hear your complaints, Mr. Erskine.

• Madam Petit: But the rules of the game are no more important than making new friends. What do you think, Mr. Lindvall?

• Jesse immediately responds with a polite smile, while directing an inquiring gaze at Bernard Erskine, whom understands perfectly.
• Bernard Erskine: This is Madam Violet Petit.

• Jesse Lindvall: Ah, Madame Petit! I have heard so much about you. My big sister is a fan of your work.

• Madam Petit: Thank you.

• Everyone immediately starts chatting animatedly. Stocks, gossip, best-selling books... the topics come one after another.
• Jesse is like a fish in water, able to chime in on any topic.
• Edward, on the other hand, stays reticent, never commenting on areas he is unfamiliar with.
• Suddenly, Mr. Anderson, who became slightly drunk after drinking three glasses of champagne, brings up a new topic.
• Gentleman A: Speaking of which, your family has been getting quite close to the Earl of Essex recently, haven't you?

• Gentleman A: I heard Miss Lindvall also attended the Easter picnic with the Earl...

• Bernard Erskine: Indeed. The Earl was captivated by her beauty and talent, and praised her endlessly.

• Bernard Erskine: This marriage must be attractive to Miss Lindvall as well. Right, Mr. Lindvall?

• Jesse Lindvall: She is the only one who can make that decision. I cannot overstep my bounds and make judgments on her behalf.
• Jesse remains calm, showing no sign of displeasure.

• Only Edward, who's the closest to him, knows that Jesse's hand behind his back is clenched tight.
• Jesse Lindvall: Perhaps I am still young and my views are a little immature.

• Jesse Lindvall: But when determining if a marriage is attractive, the personalities of both parties should be considered rather than their financial status.

• Jesse Lindvall: What do you think, Madam Petit?

• Madam Petit: I could write a whole book to answer that question in detail.

• Madam Petit: But it looks like the next round is about to start. Let's go back to our seats, Bernard.

• Bernard Erskine: Ah, is it time already? Goodbye, Mr. Lindvall.

• Everyone snaps out of it and returns to their seats.
• Jesse also turns his gaze back to the field.
• But he appears absent-minded, in stark contrast to how focused he was in the previous round.
• When the opposing pitcher bowls out the batter with a wonderful pitch and the audience cheers, Jesse suddenly turns to look at Edward.
• Jesse Lindvall: Do you mind if I go for a walk, Edward?

• Edward Grey: Just a walk? Or should we leave?

• Jesse Lindvall: No, no. It's rare to get an invitation from you and I don't want to rain on your parade...

• Edward Grey: You're not raining on anything. I'll send you home.

• Jesse Lindvall: No! ...Sorry, I don't want to go home.

• Edward Grey: What do you want then?

• Jesse looks around at the excited crowd and into the distance, silent.}}
• Finally, he asks hesitantly.
• Jesse Lindvall: How about Whitechapel?

• Edward Grey: In the East End?

• Jesse Lindvall: I finally managed to escape from my father's surveillance, so I'd like to walk around somewhere interesting.

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

• Edward Grey: No.

• Jesse Lindvall: Edward!

• Edward Grey: Your body has not fully recovered. It's too unsafe near Whitechapel, and the sanitary conditions there are very poor.

• Edward Grey: I can't risk taking you to such a place.

• Jesse Lindvall: But—

• Edward Grey: There is no room for discussion on this matter, Jesse.

• Edward Grey: Let's go. I'll go call the coachman.

• Since getting on the carriage, Jesse is silent.
• He frowns, staring straight out the window, and makes up his mind not to look at Edward.
• The carriage passes through Hyde Park, turns left, and dives onto Piccadilly. Jesse's expression suddenly changes.
• Jesse Lindvall: Wait, this isn't the way home.

• Jesse Lindvall: Where are we going?

• His eyes widen and he forgets his anger, looking at his doctor with vigilance and anticipation.
• Edward Grey: It's not Whitechapel.

• Jesse Lindvall: But we're heading east.

• Edward Grey: Well... in order to ensure the physical health and emotional well-being of my patient, I'm afraid I had to find another place in the East End.

• Edward Grey: It has to be beautiful and relatively safe, and avoid the risk of infection from mingling with people.

• Edward Grey: That way, if your father asks, I'll have a good explanation.

• Jesse's eyes are bright and the corners of his lips have turned up.
• Jesse Lindvall: How cunning of you, Edward.

• Jesse Lindvall: You're just as deceitful as the politicians on Downing Street.

• Jesse Lindvall: I won't ask where you plan to take me. I like a little surprise.

• The horse moves steadily and confidently towards the east of London.
• When it finally stops, Jesse is sure that Edward has taken him to a place he has never been before.

• Jesse Lindvall: Edward, this is...

• Edward Grey: The locals call it the Bow Cemetery.

• Edward Grey: You don't dislike cemeteries like this, do you, Jesse?

• They stand at the entrance to the cemetery. Edward looks down, sounding unconfident.
• After realizing this, Jesse smiles and takes the lead, stepping through the gate.
• Jesse Lindvall: Of course not. Come on, Edward.

• The cemetery is very quiet.
• The slightly cool wind blows away the heat brought by the west-facing sunlight, and a scent mixed with tree leaves and moss gradually dominates the sense of smell.
• Jesse looks down at his feet. Last year's fallen leaves are deeply embedded in the soil, and only withered leaf stalks remain.
• Above their heads, tender shoots sprouted in spring have grown into strong new leaves, playing with small animals in the alternating company of sunlight and rain.
• Jesse Lindvall: I certainly don't dislike this place.

• He affirms his opinion of the place and turns to look at Edward.
• Jesse Lindvall: But I still want to hear your reasons for bringing me here.

• Edward Grey: Jane Eyre.

• Jesse Lindvall: What?

• Edward Grey: The first time I visited you, that novel was on your coffee table, opened to the page where Helen Burns dies.

• Edward Grey: There was no bookmark in the book. It was naturally opened to a page you must have read often.

• Jesse Lindvall: That's the reason why you brought me here?

• Edward Grey: That's not the only reason. I suppose you could also consider this as drawing from my own experience.

• Edward Grey: As a child, when I was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone, I would come to the cemetery.

• Edward Grey: Of course, only if it was a clear day.

• Edward Grey: So, since you aren't afraid of reading about death and are feeling down, I thought I'd take you here.

• Jesse lowers his head and casually steps on the cobblestones on the ground.
• Jesse Lindvall: So, what did you do after coming to the cemetery?

• Edward Grey: Take a walk, daydream, and read the epitaphs on the tombstones.

• Edward Grey: Some of the words on the epitaphs are quite obscure. I must admit, I learned a lot from them.

• Edward Grey: Jesse?

• Jesse suddenly turns and leaves the main path, walking towards the cemetery along the gravel-paved corridor.
• Edward is stunned for a moment, then quickly quickens his pace to catch up.

• They take a stroll in a world made of stone.
• The cemetery was far less luxurious than those Jesse usually saw. The tombstones were mostly made from limestone and sandstone, with only a few being made from marble or granite.
• Under the erosion of time, many inscriptions have become blurred and one has to bend down to see them clearly.
• Jesse Lindvall: The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears." Very poetic. I like it."

• Edward Grey: I think this is a good one: "My work here is done."

• Jesse Lindvall: Your job isn't done yet, Edward. You still have to take me home.

• Edward lightly punches Jesse's shoulder. Jesse pretends to be in pain, then eagerly turns to look at other tombstones.
• Jesse Lindvall: I am all that is, all that was, and all that shall be...

• Edward Grey: None knew thee but to love thee. That's rather sad.

• Jesse Lindvall: God takes the good, too good on earth to stay. And leaves the bad, too bad to take away.

• Jesse Lindvall: This was written by parents to their child who died young. How sad...

• Edward Grey: There are some humorous ones too. "And if he could have drunk his ale, he still had been alive."

• The two of them walk farther, leaving footprints in the mud.
• The sun gradually makes its descent to the west. Jesse suddenly stops, trying to identify what's written on a weathered gravestone.
• Jesse Lindvall: Me... I can't read this. Can you, Edward?

• Edward Grey: Memento Mori. It's Latin.

• Jesse Lindvall: You know Latin?

• Edward Grey: It's a required course for medical students.

• Jesse Lindvall: What does it mean?

• Edward Grey: ...

• He organizes his thoughts before speaking.
• Edward Grey: Remember that you must die.

• In an instant, it seems as if an unknown voice is whispering in their ears.
• The speaker and the listener are both trembling.
• The blonde young man turns back somewhat absentmindedly. The main path is already far away. The two of them had unknowingly walked to the end of the road.
• The cemetery remains quiet, with only the birds chirping lively in the woods occasionally.
• Jesse tries to recall what he had seen and heard on the cricket field, only to find that those memories seemed to be a thing of the past, leaving him with nostalgia.
• Edward still stays by his side silently, looking into the distance.
• After a while, Jesse coughs lightly and clears his throat which suddenly becomes hoarse.
• Jesse Lindvall: I know, of course I know... that everyone dies eventually.

• Jesse Lindvall: What is important is how one should face death. How one should live.

• Jesse Lindvall: Unfortunately, the answer to this question is personal.

• Edward Grey: Have you found your answer?

• Jesse Lindvall: Not yet.

• Jesse Lindvall: But I am sure that the answer is not the kind of life I'm living right now.

• Edward Grey: Is your current life not a good one?

• Jesse Lindvall: Did you hear what Mr. Erskine said?

• Edward Grey: Do you mean your sister's marriage to a certain Earl?

• Jesse Lindvall: Yes. It is known in most social circles now that Agnes is practically engaged to the Earl of Essex.

• Jesse Lindvall: Even though the Earl is almost sixty years old, has had two wives, and his pursuit of Agnes is clearly not for love...

• Jesse Lindvall: In the eyes of the public, this is still an "attractive marriage".

• Jesse Lindvall: No one cares what Agnes thinks. Her opinion doesn't matter, nor her happiness...

• Jesse Lindvall: What matters is the Earl's status, his connections, and how this marriage will benefit the Lindvall family.

• Jesse Lindvall: And of course, Father supports this marriage. He wants this opportunity to climb up the aristocratic ladder.

• Jesse Lindvall: How can personal happiness compare to the interest of the family? Agnes has to make sacrifices for the Lindvall family.

• Jesse Lindvall: This is natural, because Father already gave up Mother for the sake of the family!

• Edward finally gets a glimpse of the intricate relationship between the Lindvall family.
• He can watch from the sidelines, but Jesse is deeply involved.
• A heavy sigh escapes his chest.
• Edward Grey: You really love your sister.

• Jesse Lindvall: I do. But I object to this marriage not just because of Agnes.

• Jesse Lindvall: Now that Father is forcing her to marry the Earl, it'll be my turn next.

• Jesse Lindvall: They've already collected a long list of ladies with pure blood and noble titles...

• Jesse Lindvall: Soon, I will be rushed to various parties and dates, no matter how young or old these ladies are!

• Edward smiles and tries to lighten the mood.
• Edward Grey: Maybe you'll meet a girl you like. Don't be so pessimistic.

• Jesse Lindvall: Don't be ridiculous, Edward. How could I possibly fall in love with an obedient lady whose life has been arranged by her elders?

• Jesse Lindvall: I get a headache just thinking about having to live with a lady who wants to be an angel in the house.

• He chuckles briefly. Jesse detects his teasing tone and looks at him.
• Jesse Lindvall: I envy you, Edward. At least you won't be forced to marry someone.

• Jesse Lindvall: No matter what the future holds, you are free to choose how to live your life and who to love.

• He almost laughs out loud at this statement, but a strange emotion bubbles up in his heart.
• Edward Grey: I don't know, Jesse. Both of the things you mentioned are too ambitious for me to even consider.

• Jesse suddenly realizes the class difference between them and falls into an awkward silence.
• They turn around silently and start walking back together.
• Daylight has faded. The joyful afternoon has come to an end and the time spent together is already long gone.
• Before death, they experienced a brief period of equality, but as they return to the real world, they are just a patient and his doctor.
• When they're about to reach the cemetery gate, Jesse suddenly stops. Edward turns back in confusion.
• Edward Grey: What's wrong?

• Jesse counts the lush flowers by the roadside, and finally picks out a bunch of the most blooming flowers.
• Jesse Lindvall: A thank you gift for your kind invitation.

• Edward Grey: ...

• The delicate flower petals crowd together, as if smiling up at him.
• Their fragrant scent surrounds him, causing his body to stiffen.
• Jesse Lindvall: Edward?

• Edward Grey: ...Thank you, Jesse.

• In the end, he calmly accepts the flowers.