The Crocker family "legacy" had been something Duke Crocker had grown to despise. Killing people, even if it meant to rescue an entire lineage, had left him with an empty taste in his mouth. Yes, his father had taken great pride in it, but Duke, after so many years of being in Haven, had seen the shades of grey in a great many of those affected by their Troubles, and meeting Audrey had only re-enforced this for him. They could be saved, talked down, helped. Killing them, yes, put to rest their issues, and their entire family line's issues, but it also meant that there would be no future whatsoever for them, no chance for redemption.
He had never wanted that burden placed on his own shoulders, but unfortunately it had been, and, eventually, on his brother's shoulders. Whereas he'd struggled with the decision every day of his life, his brother had reveled in it, going down a path as dark as his father's, content to kill for the sake of killing, losing his mind eventually to the rush the blood of their victims give them... and it had needed to stop. Especially when Wade had attacked Jennifer. So Duke had had no choice but to defend himself, his knife soon embedded in his brother's side, their blood mingling but not absorbing into Duke's skin. So his Trouble is gone, along with his brother.
He's free, but not. Wade's dead, but his memory remains. Their bloodline is now clear of Troubles, but not of sin. Murder is in their DNA. He closes his eyes and tilts his chin down towards the body that at one point was his flesh and blood and wonders how he could so easily change, why he'd ended up worse than their father, if there was anything Duke could've done to fix things. Pushed him back towards his wife, worked harder to convince him to leave town... something, anything.
"I never wanted this," he mutters as he tries to think. Decide where he wants to put his brother, not wanting to admit his failure, his shame, to Audrey or Nathan, see the sympathy and pain in their eyes. How he now won't be any use to them in their intensifying war against the Troubles. "Never wanted this for you at all, even when things between us were at their worst. You deserved better. Why couldn't you just stay away? Why did you have to come here, why did you have to obsess over these Troubles? I told you... I warned you..." He's going in circles, he knows he is. But he just can't stop.
His voice slowly drifts away, stops, as Jennifer approaches and curls her fingers around his hand, squeezing gently. This alone gives him the strength to do what needs to be done, putting one foot in front of the other as he buries his brother. His only comfort is that she's still breathing, that he had at least saved her from what Wade was going to attempt. At least he had done one thing right, somewhere, somehow... As soon as it's done, she leans up and kisses him on the cheek, smiling sadly at him before she slips away from him, wanting to give him a minute alone so he could rage or scream or do whatever he feels like.
Instead, he sits down and stares at the pile of dirt now covering his brother, sighing. He'd barely known the man and he thinks he should feel bad about everything, but he's just too tired to even think seriously about it. Instead, he ponders his life, all that he'd lost, and how pointless his remaining in Haven is now that he can't even defend people with his Trouble. Getting back to his feet, he dusts his pants off and goes to find Jennifer, knowing exactly what he has to do now, no matter how much he'll hate it in the long run..