Light Ice or Black Ice, how about a snowcone?

[Jak Mar]

When you stand in between two paths, and two of your sides are silently arguing which side you should take, take the roads less traveled.

A silent growl took over for what seemed like a second as Jak eyed the icey ground. He was willing to throw everything he worked for up to this point for what? For the chance to grovel at the empire’s feet?

Sit in the Empire’s jail, only to listen to the empire’s lies that someday he might be released for “good behavior”

Silent shadows taunted Jak in the darkness. The only people who could hear his own screams was himself in the snowy wastelands.

He could hear the pained voices now.

“WHY?!”

“Why.. Jak… Why did you betray us?”

Daxter’s red eyes stared into Jak’s very soul and frowned “You left me to rot in favor of the empire? To become what? The very thing you HATED?!”

Ashlien’s anger was evident “STOP, Jak… what about your friends, US! Desman, Ash?”

“Think about them!, US!”

Jak covered his ears “NO! STOP…. I know what… I’m doing.”

Once again a fight reigned in the eco warrior’s own head between the three parts of jak’s mind.

Instead of a normal situation, however somehow inside his own mind, Jak found himself in a orange jumpsuit. A ugly one standing into his own self-created prison. The same circumferences, just different faces.

Light Jak stood by to watch the test.

Dark was pulled to the side.

It was Jak’s turn to fight his own prison before he fell into the same trap he wasn’t able to fight himself out of in Haven City.

If Jak couldn’t pull himself out of his own self created prison, he’d wallow in himself forever, but if he was, he could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Jak screamed into the snow “AGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Why the fuck do I have to play the Hero, the Martyr?!” “I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS ROLE!”

His voice echoed over and over.

Nobody responded to his cries of anguish.

He knew Coruscant would be listening in on him now due to his silent “Yes.”.

He wiped the tears that wouldn’t fall, nothing but ice.

For all he knows, Torn would of bit his ass a new one after all he tried to accomplish to save Jak’s ass.

He needed his friend’s warm, positive vibes inside his head.

He dragged himself through hours of snow and ice, almost falling several times.

“Hey, come on Jak, I know you’d kick the empire’s ass for me, for all of us. Don’t give up now just because I’m gone. If you give yourself up, you aren’t bringing me or Daxter back. You’ll be the empire’s lap dog.

“But Dax is with-

The voice didn’t respond for a while until the speaking again came up..

“Did you really want to become the same prisoner you became in Haven City?” I didn’t think so.”

Jak stood shocked “Torn.. But how… why?”

“I’m just a figment of your imagination… It’s the only way to get you to smack some sense into you.”

“Oh com-

Torn smacked Jak’s face “Shake it off, asshole.”

Jak held his face “Damn, you don’t have to hit so fuckin’ hard.”

Jak held a red cheek and a smile on his face, “Heh.”

It was then he kept pushing on, and the nightmare of prison stalking him was slowly fading away as he took one step at a time.
Calmness enveloped him as words became his thoughts, his thoughts became his actions and much more. He could feel himself returning to his normal self, he was growing.

For each step he took, a new person stepped in

Daxter was next and hung out on his shoulder.

“Huh? How’d I get here? Oh wait…”

“I’m just a figment of your imagination, Jak.”

“I’m here to help you.”

Jak asked “By what”

“Getting you to listen to yourself.”

Daxter patted his shoulder

“Come here, Jak. -What the hell happened to ya’ face?”

“Oh false Torn punched me and it hurt.”