Oh. Oh this place could fuck right off! He knew this wasn't a memory of his. He knew that bloodied face. Knew that voice, that wasn't his because he'd heard it enough times. But this didn't happen to him. Dan and Bryn had seen to that. They had saved him from being possessed by taking out that voice.
Jack stepped forward and put his hand on Danny's. "He didn't mean it. No matter how you remember it. This wasn't him. He didn't want to hurt you. WE didn't. You mean everything to me, to him." He didn't doubt those words in the slightest. That even from the grave Danny still meant the world to him.