Don't I Deserve a Happy Ending?

A destroyed Jak ends up in a strange, yet wonderful place where he must learn to leave the past behind him and move on, to heal and to forgive himself. And in doing so, he meets quite the assortment of people, and learns quite a few things about himself, the Precursors, and life in general.


"Drink up, now." The man said with a chuckle as he tipped the bowl filled with the sticky, silvery-clear liquid down the smaller man's throat. The smaller man sputtered and coughed, weakly pushing away the wooden bowl. "Come on, kid, you have to heal." The boy shook his head, eyes still closed.

"How is he doing?" A woman whispered as she entered, eying the still figure on the bed. The young man stirred, pulling the blankets over her head and curling up. "…Oh." The older man sighed and stood up, taking the bundle of clothing the woman was carrying and setting it on the bedside table.

"Come on back to us, kid." He said in a hushed tone before leaving. The woman lingered before she sighed, placing a fresh bowl of the silver liquid near the clothes.

"Please drink, you must heal." The figure under the blankets didn't react. She left with a sad look over her shoulder. "I wish we could find what his name is, but he won't look at us, much less talk."

"I know, Melo, but we must be patient." The two embraced each other. "The sickness of the dark is deep in his mind, and it will either devour him or let go." He sighed and released Melo.

"But…Baro…" She sighed. "We cannot even tell where he is from! He does nothing but refuse to eat or drink or open his eyes! He is getting weak, Baro…"

"I know, love, I know. But when he comes out of it, we can nurse him back to health, Mar only knows that you can do that."

"Yeah…"


Weakling. Pathetic. Can't even open your eyes!

Stop it! He's been hurt enough! He does not need your anger added to the mix!

Well, if he stays like this, we will die with him! Do you not see what he has bought upon us? He will be our death and we will be gone again! Sent to torment another poor boy!

Stop talking like that! He will pull through! He is the strongest heart we've ever felt!

Yeah, right…

Jak could only curl up tighter under the thick comforter as the voices ricocheted in his head. They were always there now, constantly tormenting and consoling him, but he didn't care.

He would die, and it all would be fine.

It all would be fine…