A/N: Mid to late Jak 3


Torn didn't mask his approach though he wasn't one for flashy noise.

"So...finish off the Daystar yet?"

Meant to be a challenging barb. The closest he ever got to joking.

Jak gazed far beyond Haven's port. Glaringly apparent he was ten years the commander's junior. "I'm trying."

The most earnest statement Torn had ever heard.

He considered blowing the comment off. The world was ending; he couldn't 'try' he had to do.

Instead...truth. "That's all anyone can ask."

"What if that's not good enough?"

"It will be." Not inspiring, or uplifting--Torn didn't "do" either--it was certain.