Daxter swayed with Jak's movements and not for the first time he wondered if he just should've scooped up a rock and beaten it against the side of his best friend's head until he fell unconscious. Since the stupid guy wouldn't go to sleep voluntarily and all.
It was still bizarre. Sure, he'd seen Jak briefly during that chase through the city, but it had been a fleeting glance. Seeing him up close had been a shock; hair growth aside, Jak looked angry. His face was lined, and his jaw was almost always clenched. His expressions had always been so open before that all Dax needed was a glance to tell what he was thinking, but now...now he was lucky if he could take a guess with all the time in the world to stare
( ... )
Contrary to popular belief, Dax was not stupid. He was loud, obnoxious, rude, (cute) and one of the most obtuse people on the planet...but not stupid. He knew the goal wasn't to meet The Shadow and go home. Not immediately anyway. Jak wanted to meet The Shadow so he could hurt Baron Praxis. If his first words in the prison hadn't been enough of a hint, watching Jak's face darken at the sound of the Baron's voice had been.
Jak had a vendetta and he wasn't going to go anywhere until he settled it.
Dax didn't know what they'd been doing to Jak in that prison; when he'd asked, Jak had responded with a clipped "experiments" and left it at that. But whatever had happened, none of it had made Jak any less athletic. In fact, he seemed even more capable than he was before. So when he leaped and fell, Daxter knew that Jak was exhausted and that he somehow had to make this mission their last one until they got some sleep.
That and the tumble sent Dax flying into the brush, and he was not going to experience that again, thank you.
( ... )
As exhausted as he was, Jak actually thought Daxter might buy that "going home" line. It was painfully obvious though, just how badly he wanted, needed to exact revenge on Praxis and Erol. They did this to him. They took away years of his life -- how many, he couldn't be sure -- and mutated him into some kind of monster. They ruined his life, took him from his friends and family-
Shaking his head sharply to clear it, Jak grunted to himself. The Dark Eco swirling inside him would take a hold of his mind sometimes, whispering and luring him into darker thoughts of hatred and violence. He'd been silent most of his younger years, but since the experiments began and his mind began to warp into something not entirely his own, Jak found that making noise -- singing, yelling, talking to himself -- would distract him from the pure evil taking root inside him.
ENOUGH. Get a grip.Climbing to his feet and leaning a hand against a railing for balance as he crossed over the metal bridge up to the valve, Jak rolled his eyes as Daxter
( ... )
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It was still bizarre. Sure, he'd seen Jak briefly during that chase through the city, but it had been a fleeting glance. Seeing him up close had been a shock; hair growth aside, Jak looked angry. His face was lined, and his jaw was almost always clenched. His expressions had always been so open before that all Dax needed was a glance to tell what he was thinking, but now...now he was lucky if he could take a guess with all the time in the world to stare ( ... )
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Jak had a vendetta and he wasn't going to go anywhere until he settled it.
Dax didn't know what they'd been doing to Jak in that prison; when he'd asked, Jak had responded with a clipped "experiments" and left it at that. But whatever had happened, none of it had made Jak any less athletic. In fact, he seemed even more capable than he was before. So when he leaped and fell, Daxter knew that Jak was exhausted and that he somehow had to make this mission their last one until they got some sleep.
That and the tumble sent Dax flying into the brush, and he was not going to experience that again, thank you. ( ... )
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Shaking his head sharply to clear it, Jak grunted to himself. The Dark Eco swirling inside him would take a hold of his mind sometimes, whispering and luring him into darker thoughts of hatred and violence. He'd been silent most of his younger years, but since the experiments began and his mind began to warp into something not entirely his own, Jak found that making noise -- singing, yelling, talking to himself -- would distract him from the pure evil taking root inside him.
ENOUGH. Get a grip.Climbing to his feet and leaning a hand against a railing for balance as he crossed over the metal bridge up to the valve, Jak rolled his eyes as Daxter ( ... )
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