[Damn it Jinx. Damn it.
Jak never really liked the munitions expert, but he never thought he'd stoop as low as
raping someone. People did a lot of illegal things to survive in Haven; stealing, smuggling, even murder if it meant the chance of a step towards freedom.
But rape? That's different. That's really different.
And it hits very close to home. Jak breathes hard through his nose and snarls, kicking at the dresser, then grabbing the lamp and hurling it across the room before slamming his fist against the wall. He feels the skin on his knuckles tear, but he doesn't care. It's better to hurt on the outside, than in.]