My brother Joseph had the right idea. He believed that alone, this family would be safe. And that idea has worked for us for years. But how long can we live like this, wandering in the desert without a home? Times change, and we need to change with them. We need to stop running, stop living in the shadows. We should be stronger; the problem is, there's simply too few of us to make a stand. If we are truly to be great, we need to grow our ranks, bring in new members. And the newest among us cannot be shackled with the same burden we've borne, wandering like nomads. They deserve a home. A promised land. Now, I thought a lot about exactly where this homeland should be, and I keep coming back to this very spot. Here we will plant roots, and build a life, a community. Here we will be oppressed no longer, here we will live our lives on our own terms. But none of that can happen until we have gathered the rest. And when we have done that, we will return to this place. We will wander no longer. We will finally... be home.
My brother Nathan taught me a lot. Taught me... how to ride a skateboard when I was a kid... how to hook a marlin. Taught me how to... catch a baseball. Those are all things... usually a father'll teach his son. But Dad wasn't around. So it was Nathan. I wish to hell it would've been my father; because Nathan didn't make it easy. He would throw it high or... he'd throw it wide, and I would yell at him, and tell him to throw it right at me; but he'd say to me, "That's not how it's gonna come at you in a game, Pete." I used to think he was being a big brother and was just pickin' on me. But now I understand. He just wanted me to be ready. For anything. [he places his hand on Nathan's casket] I'm ready, brother. For whatever comes.