"You have a habit of leaving people to die, don't you?" Mizo says, strangely calm for all the bitter venom in his words.
And despite himself, Jak hesitates; for a moment, the shortest and longest second in memory, he remembers.
—the sound of metal crunching, the rattle of air pushed through broken bones, acrid eco fumes hissing and stinging his eyes, the weight of a dying man—
But Mizo doesn't know that. He only knows about Krew.
—Dark Eco burning and ripping through him as it mourns with its host—
And no one will ever get satisfaction out of his pain again.
"You get used to it," he growls and forces his feet to move. This time, when the car explodes, Jak doesn't look back.
In the process of cleaning out my old computer to consolidate the family electronics, I found the one and only Jak and Daxter fic I ever wrote. If I remember correctly, this started out as a writing exercise to work on using all five senses in descriptions, but it ended up pretty purple-prose-y, even by my standards, lol. I dunno, though, I took another look at it today and just started editing it; it's still not great, but I wanted to earn the comma in my fandoms on the FanFic profile page, so eh. Let me know what you think?