Jaks thoughts as he fights, both inside and out.
The movement was to easy, the feeling to close, Jak aimed and pulled the trigger again, one more down, one more father falling down dead. One more, no maybe two more kids alone, another widow made by him, it hurt, these men didn't want to be here, they was scared just like him, to want to live, he had to kill, the world wasn't fair, but damn, it would be nice if he could let one go. Gold eyes, bright, new. Beautiful. Daxter. No, to gold, no freckles, no buck teeth and smile, he had to die, but damn it all, he was to close, you can live, Jak shot, miss, the kid ran. Jak cursed under his breath as a scream came around the corner, then a bloody Torn. Dead, the kid was dead. Poor thing. Oh well, just one more soul to seen him the hell, not Torn, Jak, it was his fault, one bullet would have been painless, the knife was not, he knew that. How do the youth see this man as a hero, when he is putting bullets in the heads of his own. Jak swallowed, aim, pull, end. One more down, one more kid without a dad, one more wife left alone, at least its fast, pull. Hit. Kill. Never maim. Painless, fast. Would he go like that? Would it be a bullet that ended him? A metal head? Maybe the eco inside would kill him fist, fear, no, no fear.
Aim
Pull
Kill
.
Survive.