"He decided to go out like JT did," Jax says. Because maybe JT was right, in those letters, when he implied that Clay and Gemma were going to fuck with his bike but Jax has read his manifesto too. He knows that at the end of it all, JT was tired.

Had that Jax been tired too?

"Without you. Without Opie..." He reaches out for her hand, already desperate for a center, needing her to hold him down to this earth. "We know what man I would've become."