A spur-of-the-moment as yet unedited ficlet. It's a bit strange, and has a tiny spoiler of Jak 3 (the trailer). The first paragraph of Latin is from the song das Teir in Mir, translated as Animal in Me by E Nomine. The last paragraph is the rough translation of the Latin one. As I said, this is strange and slightly OOC. Only slightly. But how would you react hmm?

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Animal in Me

Silva in lumine, Lunae arcana est.

Domus mea.

Silva in lumine.

Stellarum est...

The halting, choked song waned from its already quiet whisper, trailing off into another fit of shuddering sobs.

Why not give up? A voice in his head jeered, Why do you continue? What's in it for you?

But to listen would be to forsake hope. And hope was the only thing he had left.

Hope? Don't make me laugh! Where's the hope in this? Everyone has abandoned you! They hate you, even after you saved them! Isn't that ironic? They revile you for holding the 'power' that saved them.

'Some power it is', he thought, 'A cruel wraith of purple lightning and fury, a creature of pure hate that I can scantly control.'

He could feel the beast within him snarl. The anger built steadily and sparks of bright purple flashed dangerously. The light-haired man closed his eyes, breathing in shallow, even breaths. The tears subsided slowly. It was so out of character for him. Why was he acting like this?

'It might have something to do with the monster inside'. He thought with bitter sarcasm, 'he's destroyed so much...so many...my frie...'

He clenched his teeth against another wave. It was becoming too much to handle. 'Keep going. Keep going. Ashelin promised someone would find us...me.'

The Sun beat down mercilessly against him. Punishing and cruel; hating him for his crimes

Don't take all the credit the voice mocked I did all the dirty work. I know you won't forget it in a hurry. It paused, then sounded almost thoughtful.

You should be glad I killed that fuzzy orange rat. Wasn't he annoying? Didn't he leave you handle everything? Didn't he leave you in that prison for two years? You should be thanking me!

He growled. 'He came for me when no one else did. He supported me. He cared enough to follow me out here!' The voice laughed; a grating, awkward sound that sent a chill down the mans spine. The heat was becoming unbearable.

'Keep moving. Keep moving' he resumed his mantra, hoping against hope that the voice was wrong; that Ashelin still cared. 'Tune him out. Don't listen. Have hope.'

You can try

Thinking back, he remembered a time before Haven City. He'd almost forgotten, due to the things he had experienced. This single memory he had engraved on his mind, too stubborn to let go. It was the day he had met Daxter. That cheerful, loudmouthed boy who never let things get him down. The only one to ignore his lack of verbal communication in general and chattered away regardless. The only one who played the games he liked or went wherever he wanted to go.

But no matter what you believe

They had been inseparable since the day they had met. An orphan with no memory, he had appeared on the beach of Sandover one summer day. The first person he had met was Daxter. The boy was immediately friendly, despite not knowing the boy. He spoke as though to a long-time friend. Open and confident, out-going and talkative. Everything that he was not.

Nobody's coming to find you

"Don't worry buddy, I'll take care of ya! I'm the best guide around this place! I'll take you to meet the old log Samos. He's got this daughter Kiera. I'm gonna marry her one day..." Even when they had travelled to the city, Dax still watched his back.

"I've been looking for you for two years!"

"No! WE did great! Right, partner?"

"Jak, watch out for those Metal Heads!

"Where you going there pal? Jak?"

"Jak!"

Nobody cares

'Think of Sandover. Think of the Flut-Fluts. The trees. The sky. Daxter...

Nobody knows you

.... I'm so sorry.

But this animal in you.

Under the Moonlight

In the lighted woods

Is my hiding place,

My home.

It is in the lighted woods

Under the Stars.