Title: Anthem
Sydney isn't a city, but a country.
One that Jack swore allegiance to that trumped any other nation or organization.
Its borders are shifting and chaotic at best, but at its core, he'd know it from any other land even if he were lead into it with a blindfold across his eyes, hands gloved, and cotton filling his ears.
He knows its every strange proclivity, its emotions, rational and otherwise, and even the bitter swells that can occasionally spring from its scarred valleys and ravaged peaks.
Even when he didn't know it well, he wished to be worthy of it.