|William's Journal Entry|
|Subject||The death of William and Jack's parents|
|Act||Act 4: The Secret History of Time Travel|
|Part||Act 4, Part 2: Preparing the Time Machine|
|Location||Bradbury Swimming Hall|
|Previous||"My Bleeding Clock" Poster (Hardline)|
|Next||Will's Rat Time Machine (Hardline)|
William's Journal Entry is a document Narrative Object found in Act 4, Part 2 of Quantum Break. The document is a entry from William Joyce's journal following the death of Anthony and Kathryn Joyce. This document is determinant and only appears if the "Hardline" option was chosen in the first junction.
I just got back from the funeral. My parents are dead. It feels like I was just told about the crash an hour ago. It isn’t real yet. Standing there I was numb to it all. Weighed down under some expectation to emote in a manner that suited the situation. As if I needed to cry to appease the crowd.
Jack was always the younger brother copying me. In that graveyard our roles were strangely reversed. Tears were running down my brother’s face and I was observing him like some alien desperately trying to learn to feel. Looking at the pain in his eyes, I wasn’t thinking about my parents at all. Only Jack. Death is supposed to bring the living closer together but I’ve never felt more distant from somebody I cared for so dearly.
It tears me up inside that I can’t protect him from what he’s going through. I can’t ease his pain. I don’t have the social proficiency to wield my empathy into some well-articulated apology that will make him forget this. The irony is that the only cure for his pain is time. Time. Ever since February 28th, 1999, the concept has been given new meaning. The experiment was meant to give hope, not take it away. What I was told that day has haunted me ever since. The very notion of a Fracture in time has overshadowed everything since. Even this.
I don’t need to see the future to know that I will let him down. I can’t be the parental figure that Jack has lost. I can’t be the brother that he needs. It's Christmas – I can't even give him that. No one can. There’s nothing I want more than to protect him. And there’s only one way I know how to do that with certainty.
I will finish the countermeasure. I will make sure that the dangers I was warned of that day never come to pass.
I can’t fix the past. But it’s not too late for the future.