A/N: Anywhere from the beginning of Jak II through to the end of Jak 3
I'm a terrible person.
Spargus rallied when Damas' son was taken.
But few citizens had the ability to search Haven for Mar.
We were too young to have been banished. Most of us fled with our parents when they were exiled.
My girlfriend hates the pollution and crowds. She's still here though. Five years later.
Must be love.
I catch myself somedays, when I open those black bags. Ones they use for dead children.
Because if I find Mar inside one, it means we can leave.
Go home.
I hate myself for praying that.
Good people don't pray for that.
