I love Ennis, but sometimes think it is Heath I love. This is a bit confusing. I love Ennis as a piece of 1960's Americana. He resonates with me as a typical young man, born in the west, orphaned early, grown up pretty much on his own, cast out into adult life early and with minimal skills, alone, without a lot of hope for the future, and hungry for human companionship. Given this, I think his greatest asset was his ability to survive. Through all his troubles, he survived -- not happily, maybe, but alive in the end. It's this survival instinct that makes Ennis so real to me. He's the kind of man who, whether he knows it or not, needs someone. He could have had Jack, but refused, so all he had was memories.