Day 2 Morning

[Jak Mar]

Jak felt it again, the pulsing waves of the sun. Even though the mountains were cold as ice, there was something more driving him. He could of been asleep on a coach with Daxter, fighting with the Horsemen.

But every step of the fight seemed to be getting harder for the knife-eared anti-hero, or so they called him.

A soft voice in Jak's head tried to wince and calm Jak's anger giving him more to think about then his suffering and hurt. He squeezed his fists and his weapons seemed to also seem alive at the moment. Every moment Jak used it, the weapons in his hands could feel his pain, even though he didn't know it.

What was these he was actually holding in his hands? If these weapons truly were alive, why were these things glowing with the power of eco?

He had to find his allies, but it made him sick to watch Victor his rival getting satisfaction from his hurt. He couldn't allow Victor to see him physically like that anymore, weakness was hard enough. Instead of shunning the man, however Jak gritted his teeth to force his way out toward the dark hooded man and his allies and frowned "Victor, if you can control your urge to kill me, perhaps a partnership might be better off than we think..."

The voice growled in his head
"Working with Vic? That's crazy?! How do you know he won't go back on his promise?!

Jak appeared to be talking to himself "My dark side tends to single out threats... however If we work together, I promise my dark side won't go off."