You were Arthur’s kid, of course, you were barely older than Jack when he passed. Your memories of him were few and far between. It has always been John, he was the one who took you in after all, even if it was against his better judgment. That’s what Arthur would’ve done for him though.

You sat on the porch at belchers hope, silently flipping through the pages of your fathers journal. You felt a hand press against your shoulder, John’s voice quick adding “He was a good man you know…” he said.