I dare you to move;

[survivorking]

Who? shadesofeco and survivorking
What? Jak is trying to murder his liver. Damas is tired of watching his son do this to himself. B|
When? Tonight
Where? Sergei's
Rating PG-13 and up

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[shadesofeco]

[Jak's there, in a booth tucked away in a corner. A long empty glass sits beside him, and his chin rests on his chest. He's not quite asleep, and he stirs when he hears footsteps, sitting up straighter as he sees Damas.

This isn't exactly the kind of place he expected to see his father.]

[survivorking]

[Damas, without asking permission, slides into the booth. The gauze that had wrapped around his throat has been reduced to a single pad attached with medical tape.

He says nothing, just looks pointedly at the glass.]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak sighs and pushes it away, then rubs his forehead on the back of his hand.]

If this is about what happened ...

[survivorking]

I am concerned, Jak. Very, very concerned.

[He looks up at Jak, a frown etched deeply into his features.]

It has nothing to do with what happened.

[shadesofeco]

[Jak lets his arm fall back down to the table and frowns at Damas.

Oh wait. He knows that look.

He grunts and looks away.]

I'm fine.

[He doesn't even sound like he believes it anymore.]

[survivorking]

I would appreciate it if you would not lie to me, Jak.

[In case Jak wasn't used to it, mostly because he didn't get it as a younger teenager, Damas gives his boy a "father-does-not-approve" glare.]

[shadesofeco]

[Yeah, that's definitely different from the "you defiled my sacred arena" glare. Jak winces, then looks down again.]

[survivorking]

Why do you do this to yourself?

[He can't hide the touch of horror in his voice. He fears for what's going to happen to his boy if this continues-- he already doesn't like what Jak's become.]

[shadesofeco]

[Closing his eyes, Jak rubs his face slightly, then folds his arms on the table.]

I've just got a lot on my mind lately.

[survivorking]

Your choice for solving this problem is a poor one, Jak.

You know, it is possible to forget too much. There are things you must remember.

[shadesofeco]

[Jak twitches and his shoulders tense, but he doesn't speak.]

ICON FAIL hur

[survivorking]

Look at me!

[Damas barks the command, anger flaring. He's tired of this. He's been through this. Adelle snapped him out of it all those years ago, when Spargus was a lean-to in an oasis with a bunch of outlaws sleeping in it.

The fact that Jak won't make eye contact, though finally gets him, though. Show some respect, Jak.]

Do you even remember who you are, Jak?

[shadesofeco]

[The sudden order makes him jump, and Jak looks up at Damas with wide eyes. His mouth works slightly, but then he sags.

Who is he?

He drags a hand through his hair and sighs.]

I'm not sure I know anymore.

[survivorking]

And I am of the impression you do not want me to tell you.

[Damas is disappointed in you, Jak.]

You need to find that out for yourself.

[shadesofeco]

[Jak scowls and up go the walls. He turns his head and looks away.

Who is he here? He's not Mar. He can't be Mar, he's never built Haven City, done any of the things he should have. He's certainly not a hero, he can't even keep his friends alive here.

Yeah yeah pity party, whatever. He'd just keep going. That's what he does.]

[survivorking]

You will not find it by sitting here, drinking yourself into a stupor. I would like to think you are smart enough to know this yourself.

[He knows the boy won't respond.]

I am watching you unravel yourself thread by thread. No father should have to watch his son destroy himself, in this manner or any other.