Summary: He didn't accept it. The fact that if he took one wrong step he could become an ottsel. He did accept it. And Jak stayed alive. Sequel to "Black Truth."

For Rin-neechan, and satan'stoasterstrudel, who reviewed for Black Truth.

AN: The definition I made up

I don't own Jak and Daxter

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Trigger Happy — A tendency to make spilt-second decisions, or to find joy in shooting/hitting people or objects.

On his ninth birthday, Jak fell into a wumpbee nest. It was a split second decision, something that the villagers called 'flying off the handle', not because he had a short temper, but because there was nothing else to describe it with. His logic for doing it was so childishly simple it was complicated:

Wumpbee honey is supposed to be delicious, so maybe if he got some for that other boy, he would be his friend. Personally, he was tired of playing with that squealing thing they called a 'female', and besides, he was the village prankster, and Jak always liked pranks.

So, when he got the honey, the wumpbees chased him into the ocean, where he stayed for three hours, and caught a cold. After he recovered, Jak gave the boy, whose name he found was Daxter, the honey. They were friends ever since.

Another impulsive choice, he remembered, was going to Misty Island, and even worse, going closer to get a better look. It—No, he turned Daxter into that-that thing!

Needless to say, it didn't turn out so well as the wumpbee incident.

So, when Daxter fell into the Dark Eco, Jak was scared.

Not right away, mind you, he knew he would get Daxter back to normal. But when heard they needed the Dark Sages, Gol and Maia…

"Remember Jak…"

'It was a beautiful day,' Jak summarized. 'Too beautiful to be spent inside pretending to listen to Old Man Samos's lecture.' He should be outside, playing with Dax—

"Jak! Are you even listening to me?!" Samos yelled, in his face. He nodded, absentmindedly wiping the spit off his face. 'It doesn't even matter,' he thought absentmindedly, motioning Samos to go on. 'He can't prove I wasn't. We both know I don't talk, even if I want to.'

"Anyways," Samos said, rapping him on his knuckles with his walking stick, for almost dozing off again. "Dark Eco has a…habit to kill people, or turn them into…something else. There is a theory, of course, that lurkers were once elfish, but dark eco changed them into said monsters. The experts of Dark Eco are the sages, Gol A., and his little sister Maia…"

Jak sighed 'the sages again, eh. They are so bor—' He widened his eyes as he continued to listen to the lesson.

"Since there are no willing test subjects for Dark Eco, I believe they might have been testing upon themselves. I fear their thirst for knowledge, and maybe their slight tendency to be a…little insane because of it may be their undoing," There he paused, noticing he was rambling.

"In conclusion, Dark Eco will eventually kill you, whether it be instantaneous, or slow acting. A poison, of sorts."

It wasn't the fact that they probably wouldn't helped them that bothered him…

"Their slight tendency to be a…little insane"

"Tendency to be a…little insane"

"Insane."

What if they killed Daxter!? Even worse, what if they suddenly decided they didn't like him, and decided to turn him into-into whatever Daxter was?! Jak liked his looks (on the border of being narcissist, he must admit), and he wouldn't give them up for anything! He didn't care if they horribly tortured him, or killed him; just don't take them, please!

Then, however, Jak stopped hyperventilating and thought 'what can cure Dark Eco?' Nothing, if he remembered anything from his lessons, but then again…

"In conclusion, Dark Eco will eventually kill you, whether it be instantaneous, or slow acting. A poison, of sorts."

A poison… Maybe, maybe he could ask Samos for a herb that could cure-all…

Darn it! 'Nothing can cure the effects of Dark Eco' means 'Nothing can cure the effects of Dark Eco'!

But maybe…

"Hey, Keira," an annoying (to her) boy with reddish hair asked.

"What! I told you two a story, so go to sleep!" She snapped, irritable.

"Why didn't the prince die from the poison? Well, besides the fact that there would be no story if he did." He continued, oblivious to the once seething, now awestruck (Daxter asked an intelligent question! Holy—) girl.

"Well," she started, obviously preparing herself for the speech. Jak just snuggled down further into the blankets, getting ready for the sure-fire lecture.

"Me, being a mature, smart female who had heard this story, asked the very same question to Daddy." Here she smiled, closed her eyes, and put her hands on her hips, clearly proud of her parent.

"He said that royalty is fed different poisons in small, tiny amounts when they are young, in order, to become immune to the poison. So, I concluded that the prince had the very same treatment." She then opened her eyes to find Daxter asleep, and Jak dozing off.

"Boys!" she growled, before stomping out of the room.

'Royalty is fed different poisons in small, tiny amounts when they are young, in order, to become immune to the poison.'

Hmm… could he, no he couldn't. He probably was too old.

'Become immune to the poison'

'Which in this case is Dark Eco, but I'm old—

'Immune to the poison'

—But not as old as Samos.

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Three days later, getting ready for his first adventure by day, contemplating his decision by night, Jak had decided. It was the first time in his life that he really, truly, honestly, thought about a choice.

So with a bloody knife on the ground, Jak poured Dark Eco into his wrist wound.

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Jak had a dream that night.

He dreamt about a boy who was stolen from his father, and had seen something nobody should think about, let alone experience.

He dreamed about a boy whose adopted grandfather used and betrayed him, but always knew he'd do so.

He had a nightmare about a man in a boy's body, who impulsively wished he didn't remember.

He saw an innocent child forget.

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AN: This is just the prologue, and in the next chapter, it will be in the future, about a Jak who's suspicious of Torn, who kept the truth from him (not that he knows that (for now)). May or may not be yaoi (whatever you want)

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