'How would you feel if you woke up and glanced in the mirror, and saw Death staring back at you.'
Psh.. I am Death.
Maybe not the exact form of it. But close enough.
I am...well..
I don't really know who I am.
I'm an elf.
That I do know.
But..
As to my name..
I no longer remember it.
But he calls me..
Dark.
Heh.. Suiting, don't you think?
A good name for someone who is only let out for killing.
I doubt I was always like this..
..But, then again..
Maybe I wasn't alive before this.
I vaguely remember a sense of time, and of space..
Before.
Him.
The only one who could contain me, without death.
And without him, I would not be here.
Oh, he may keep me hidden..
But I escape sometimes.
It's a relief, to know he can't keep complete control at all times.
I'm quite thankful for it.
But..
It gets..
...Boring. After awhile.
Trying, struggling to get to the surface, day after day, minute after minute..
It's as if my very existence is.. denied from me.
I can't even speak..
So I'm silent.
He calls me a beast, a monster.
But I'm not, really.
I'm just someone who has been alone..
For a long.. long time.
And I'm angry that they left me alone for so long.
Very angry.
So angry I could kill all around me.
Well...
There is one exception.
Daxter.
He was the one who woke me up in the first place..
Got us all out of that miserable hole and off that cold table.
I nearly killed him, you know.
But he stopped me.
Said that this.. Daxter, was a friend.
He seems to be His friend.
And..
Maybe mine.
He doesn't run like everyone else.
So I let him live.
Having someone who's there..
Is better than being alone again.
Don't you think?
Hm.
It seems to be that he's loosing his grip again..
Good..
Oh.
He wants you to run..
You didn't?
Too bad.
Farewell.