Jack nodded. "I think so."
"Not good enough." Victor leaned forward. "You know so. You didn't kill yourself for five months to walk in there with doubt."
Jack let out a slow breath. "It's just... Tyler's pressure. If he gets me down—"
"Then you get back up," Victor cut him off. "We've drilled it a thousand times. You get taken down, you pop back up. You stuff his shots. You break him before he breaks you."
The simplicity of Victor's words hit harder than any complex strategy. Jack nodded again, this time with more confidence.
Victor stood, clapping him on the shoulder. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, you make history."
---
As the night wound down, Jack's phone buzzed with a number he didn't recognize. Hesitating for a second, he picked up.
"Hayes."
The voice on the other end was one he hadn't heard in a long time. "Didn't think I'd call, huh?"