Jacob knows this happened. Distantly, he has been told that native land was claimed by white Americans, parceled up and sold off. Its history to him.

But its painful, to be here, to see the place and speak to someone who witnesses it and see the pain on their face. Especially someone you care about.

"I'm sorry Connor." What else can he say? He can't make it go away. It can't be fixed, they both know that.