Don't Stop Believin'
Prologue
D'you ever get that feelin' in the back o' yer head? The feelin' that makes yer heart to heavy ta hold? Do ya know what that feelin's called?
Guilt.
Yup, good ol' guilt, peckin' away at the back o' my skull. AGAIN. Can't tell ya how many times I've felt like this. I know it all started when I accidentally pushed Jak into a Wumpbee's nest on his ninth birthday. Some present, huh?
Hehehehehe...ahem...
Anyway, the one, main thing that's been eatin' at me fer 'bout four years now 's when I left 'im.
I LEFT him.
I just stuck my tail in between my legs and bolted. And what happened to Jak?
They got 'im.
They snagged 'im and plopped him in ta Haven City's prison.
AND I LEFT HIM.
He was in that hell-hole fer two years 'cause o' me. It's my fault that he's got all that Dark Eco in 'im. After that I promised myself I wouldn't ever do that to 'im again. I would never leave 'im again.
An' that's why he's currently got me pinned against a wall pointin' a gun to my head, an' I ain't makin' any move to try an' leave.
Damn irony...
BAM