Jack stood there stunned, the red slap mark on his face numbing his cheek. However, that didn't concern him. He stared at the image of his niece. He was in disbelief. "She's... She's beautiful..." he said, looking at his sister's tear-filled eyes. "I...I-I-I- I couldn't..." he said, turning around to hide his tears. "I would just be a burden to you... Just like I was always was..."<br/><br/>He took a big drag from his cigarette, blowing out a big cloud of smoke. "Besides... People need me here... I fix their automail when it's broken... and no one else will fix it... No one... If I'm not here... No one will help these people..." He looked at his automail, "Sure... I may look pretty bad off... but I do deserve to be here... You weren't there when he was torn apart... You don't see Jason's face screaming at you every damn night screaming for help!"<br/><br/>He slammed his automail fist against the wall. It may have looked like his arm was made of scrap metal, but it was built to last. The wall had a decent size dent in it once his punch made contact. Tears dropped from his cheeks as he stared at his workshop behind him. "Please... Willow... I... I-I don't want you to see me like this... I don't need your sympathy for my past sins, Sis... I know you just want to help... but... but..." his voice trailed off as he started to cry. "I need a drink..."