One more thing, before I finish: did you get the point so far? I haven’t been telling this story for the sake of your enjoyment, and I ain’t making this stuff up. I’m trying to make a point. This is the story of a man who truly lacked limits. Not that he didn’t have limitations, I think that’s clear by now, but that they didn’t actually stop him from doing what he needed to do.

It isn’t every day that you meet someone like that, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like that. Think about that for a second.

So, as I was saying…wait, wait, I didn’t make my point before. The point is: a man can make the right decision, no matter who he is or where he comes from.

I’m not some spring-chicken, kid. I’ve been around the moons and I’ve seen the best and worst that humanity ever came up with. We’re quite the mix, and yet I just don’t know how else to explain it: people can always make the right call. Not that they do, mind you, rarely they do, but they always can. What do I mean by ‘right’? The call that’s made for everyone. Not for the betterment of a single person, or a bunch of persons, or nearly every person on your planet. I’m talking about everyone.

It’s a concept that everyone understands somewhere deep inside there soul. It’s written on their bones. That’s the point.

Ok. Let’s get back to this since I know I’ve left us off in a precarious spot…

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The explosion ripped apart the whole section of the brig near where Jackson was being held, and disabled the locking system that held the doors shut. He was suddenly free as a bird, and took the opportunity to follow his dream. I mean, literally follow his dream, as in, he dreamed about where he had to go. Let me explain…