Light Ice or Black Ice, how about a snowcone?

[Jak Mar]

The flames of the wood fireplace burned as a protector kept it in check. The warm, orangish red flames swirled and crackled making a smooth glow.
The Wastelander found himself trying to concentrate a little longer than usual to calm his mind since his stomach was acting up. Luckily, the refrigerator was stocked (fully) I might add.

Jak groaned as he pushed himself up off the carpet and took the short walk to the kitchen where he started to pick through the standard fare of the food chart. His first decision was to eat some protein, as he eyed raw Ork steak.
He winced as the man usually liked his food cooked and he had never eaten a ork steak before. However, there was no pan to cook the food with so for the sake of eating, he opened the package and took a bite of the raw ork steak, shrugging.
For once, the man actually liked this and shrugged off the fact it was raw.
Once Jak found himself quite full, he forced himself to sit down once again as he felt the familiar glow, giving off heat to him. Once he held his hands out to warm up, he crossed his legs and took a deep breath, focusing inwardly.
Once the man began to relax, he could feel his two sides appearing to him like he was the only one that noticed the dark king on his shoulder and the Light angel standing next to him, ready to push him off.
The Dark King showed up in Jak’s head first, sitting on the darkened throne eyeing the eco warrior with a stare. I see you decided to play favorites again, huh?”
Jak growled “Shove it, dark king. Today’s Light’s turn.”
“It’s time to talk about giving up your control on me.”
“Oh? Try to stop me. You failed before.”
Jak smirked “Remember, Light controls you as much as you control him.”
Dark squeezed his fists, now remembering “Fine, I’ll let you talk to that accursed … light.”
Jak shook his head “That’s what i thought.”
The imagery in Jak’s head danced as the scene switched back to that of a bluish glow.
The familiar blue angel stared at Jak, a blank look on his face.
“Ah, Mar. You’ve returned to see me. Why?”
Jak looked up at the divine version of himself “I want you to bring me back to the light. I’m sick of being a monster to my friends and myself.”
Light looked to be the same position as Jak himself. “Come here, Mar. I will help you return to your roots. Remember who you are and not the one who hates you.”
The dream jak walked toward the light and appeared to step inside it.
There was a vision of white, then a like a fading dream the light blinked and there stood the hauntingly beautiful version of Jak.
As the angel appeared to touch the man, it took him back to visions of Damas.
In another world, Jak and Damas own father-son relationship had almost faded away, however there was still a part of both of them that was hanging on to find each other again. One was lost in the Endless Dunes, one felt lost in the Frozen Fields.
Mar, why did you alienate all your friends? Your friends see more than you realize.
Jak turned, trying to avoid the past like the plague. “I.. didn’t know what I was doing at the time, it just came so fast and..”
“You must learn to forget and forgive your past. Are you willing to take back who you lost or would you rather see your friends past and present disappear forever.”
Jak frowned, standing up “Is that a threat?”
The angel sighed “No. It’s a warning call. “
“The dunes are a dangerous place. It’s a warning not to leave the old man alone there for his fate is tied to yours.”
Jak gritted his teeth “When did the old man finally decide to care for him in the dunes? Or did the guilt spread by Damas to build his city again delude the man’s mind?”
The angel calmed Jak. “I see some guilt still left inside your mind, Mar. I see you trying to keep what’s left of your friends alive.”