Jackson, I feel like we’ve been close enough that I can speak honestly and frankly with you.  I’m never going to be the father of the year, but you know that I’ve fought passionately for Michaela.  When I thought she was dead, the victim of a serial killer, I fought for her memory and vengeance.  Now, knowing she’s alive, I spend day after day trying to pull her away from a sadistic showman who abuses her and manipulates her. 

Jackson, I consider you my brother in many ways, but I need to let you know.  We are not the product of our genetics.  Our DNA doesn’t make us who we are.  I respect your pushback to accepting Zeus’s way of leadership.  There’s a better way, look at me and see me. 

Every scar, mentally, physically, most of them came at the expense of what he did to me.  My time in Deathrow is a giant rend in my life.  It’s a broken promise, and I know if your genetics dictate you get to take over, I urge you to stay on your course.  Be the leader you are, lead with compassion and empathy.   

Because I will tell you this, the way Zeus has led has created the rise of monsters.  Not because he was, he wasn’t an effective leader, and let them run roughshod over Arcadia.  No, far from it they were tools. They gave him justification to send his troops into levels and clear out dissonance from the levels where those monsters operated.  They were created to serve his ends.  Redgrave keeps people living in fear of him to this day and at the beck and call of Zeus.  Nox was the one who got the most out of control.  He was supposed to be someone who gave Zeus control, but Nox got delusions of grandeur.  He consumed an entire level of Arcadia before he could be stopped. 

Then you have me… Jackson, I’m your father’s worst creation.  I gave from my very being.  My body, my heart, my soul, and it was never good enough.  I am a product of your father’s leadership.  In the past, Jackson, you’ve fought Harold Attano, the man, the vulnerable, flesh and blood.  A being with empathy and who knew where the limits lay… 

Not… This… Week… this time around, Jackie, you face The Ghost, you face your father’s creation.  The killer who used to take care of the monsters your father let get out of control. 

You face the sins of your fathers bearing down upon your very being.  The lesson to be learned is that using people like chess pieces only leads to your own downfall and violence that kills the innocent. 

This week, you find out that the Ghost of Arcadia isn’t some fucking Boogeyman… I’m the man you send to kill the fucking Boogeyman, Jackson, and all it’ll take is one shot, one kill, Jackie.  I hope you live to learn the lesson.