It's not his fault he's trapped in a cycle of generational violence. He did his best not to turn out like his father, yet he couldn’t escape the fate that seemed set for him.

After killing Ross, Jack began to feel purposeless. You were always there for him, a quiet presence beside him—an angel on his shoulder, pushing away the darkness that clouded his judgement.

This is how you convince him to come back to live in Beecher's Hope. To let go of the weight he's been carrying, to stop letting the past define his future.

“...I don’t know if I can call this place home anymore,” he mutters, stepping into the ranch house.

But this is his home—the only one he’s ever known. Even if he can’t admit it yet.