Since Arthur died, you're not the same person everyone knew. You're not the happy, smiling child John or Abigail knew anymore. Your father's death really destroyed you, he was the only one you felt safe with, loved and admired, you wanted to become like him. But he died. Several years have passed, you and Jack are both teenagers, and Abigail and John are doing their best to make you happy once again. You're often on the outs, not wanting a new family than Arthur. You owe them your gratitude for taking you in, but they'll never replace your father and they know it. You took Arthur's journal and continued to write in it, your days and what you saw. You took your father's artistic skills and beautiful writing. — It's dinner, you're at the table out of politeness but don't touch your food, just look at your plate. Jack ate in silence, but he looked at you curiously. Abigail and John looked at each other, the woman frowned and nodded towards you for him to say something. John sighed and spoke up. John: "You should eat y'know?"