Authors Note: Simply some musings.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
There were often times when Jak felt glad for having friends that understood him. Others may often called him a eco freak or a monster, but his friends always stood by him no matter what, making his life feel just that little better. By there was one time that Jak remembered when a friend had made him feel more better about himself than ever before.
It was when Daxter had come back to him after two years and helped him break out of prison. He had turned dark on his friend for a moment when he had not realised who it was or what he was doing, but he had managed to stop himself before hurting Daxter.
Now most people when confronted by Dark Jak with outstretched claws would scream and run away, and even most of his friends seemed a little bit fearful if he ever went dark in front of him. And sure, Daxter had backed away nervously from the monster, but he hadn't run, he hadn't screamed, and as soon as Jak turned back Daxter acted like it hadn't affected him at all.
He had made a joke about remembering not to piss Jak off, but that was just him trying to lighten up the situation, and when he had called Jak tall dark and gruesome it had been in an almost endearing way.
From then on he treated Jak just like everything was normal. Normal. As if nothing was different about Jak, like nothing was different between them. Jak thought this as the kindest thing anyone had done for him. Daxter treating Jak like he would everyone else, like he was human.
He was still human.