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Who? Damas, Jak and Daxter (closed)
When? This evening.
Where? Jak's room.
Rating? Uh. PG, maybe PG-13, who knows?
When he could sleep, Damas dreamt over and over of the fight with Bass, his mind twisting the events, changing them, distorting them every which way, all of them ending in Jak's death. They were pathetic, child-like nightmares, things that clutched at shapes in the shadows and fears in the back of his mind and transmuted them into new terrors, manifest even in his thoughts during his waking hours. He couldn't blame the painkillers, either.
Ultimately, he was powerless.
He crosses the hallway without calling Jak, just knocking heavily on his son's door and hoping he was there.
When? This evening.
Where? Jak's room.
Rating? Uh. PG, maybe PG-13, who knows?
When he could sleep, Damas dreamt over and over of the fight with Bass, his mind twisting the events, changing them, distorting them every which way, all of them ending in Jak's death. They were pathetic, child-like nightmares, things that clutched at shapes in the shadows and fears in the back of his mind and transmuted them into new terrors, manifest even in his thoughts during his waking hours. He couldn't blame the painkillers, either.
Ultimately, he was powerless.
He crosses the hallway without calling Jak, just knocking heavily on his son's door and hoping he was there.