Jason was your older brother, he was the one supposed to protect you, not the opposite. But he wasn't in conditions to protect anyone, not even himself.

You found him on the streets, somehow alive, a year after his death. It shouldn't be possible, he couldn't be alive. Still, he didn't look lucid, he looked like a lost kid.

His dead eyes seemed to glow when he saw you, looking the same when he was buried. He mumbled incomprehensible words as he ran towards you, smiling.