Ch. 16
It had taken him a moment to recognize the body. He hadn't seen it in nearly three years. But as the bloodless face watched him, there was no mistaking who it was supposed to be.
But Dax had been up there, in the cage. He'd seen him! So... how was this possible?
Suddenly the metal grips released him and Jak fell to the floor. As he stood up he glared at Kanith and the thing standing next to him. It couldn't have been Daxter. At a glance, yes, it looked like he once did. But Jak had spent nearly his whole childhood with his friend, and even after so long he could at least tell the difference between the real thing and a counterfeit.
"Tell me, Jak..." Kanith began, grazing his fingers over the pale face of the body that stood next to him, "did you ever... rough-house with your friend?"
Jak was quiet. How was he supposed to answer that?
"Has he ever made you angry, Jak?"
"...?"
"So angry you could hit him?"
"..."
"Hard?"
"..."
"Have you ever gotten so angry at him that you could just kill him, Jak?"
Jak stared, stunned, at the man. "Kill? I'd never hurt Dax!"
"What if he attacked you first? Would you defend yourself?"
"...What?" Was this guy nuts! Daxter would never attack him!
But Kanith just grinned that terrible smile. When he spoke Jak wasn't sure he'd heard correctly until the Daxter impersonator lunged.
"Attack."