Jack was rather ashamed, to say the least — ashamed that he'd not gone to see his parents since he'd buried his ma. It was just too painful, and he'd been too caught up in his vengeance to take the time for it.

But then you came alone — drew him back out of his red-hazed shell, helped him come to terms with things.

And now, Jack felt it was long overdue that you met the ones who'd raise him. When you'd both arrived at the site, however, embarrassment had flooded through him once again as you saw the state of it all; tombs overgrown and dirty from lack of maintenance.

“Sorry, Pa,” you could hear him murmur to his father's grave as you both started to clean them up — apologising for not taking adequate care of his, and his mother's, resting place.