It was a word Jak had heard so many times now, so often directed at him, and yet it still somehow affected him. He knew that you shouldn't listen to anything your enemy says, it doesn't matter what they think, their words mean nothing.
And yet, he could not help but listen, could not help but hear, and could not ignore what they said. And couldn't help but think that it was true.
After he had been in any battle with krimzon guards using his dark form, their harsh shouts and screams would still echo in his head.
It.
Stop it!
After it!
Kill it!
Kill that monster, kill that thing, kill it, kill it!
The same word, over and over, accusing, scorning.
It.
Like he was a thing, an animal, a monster, not human.
He wasn't human anymore.