A/N: Early Jak II. Couldn't escape cliche here.

The ground was slicked in blood and eco. Feral, ink dark eyes roamed the square, searching for more.

Swallowing down terror for the tenth time in as many minutes, Daxter hoped it was over. Words lost to him.

Jak had crossed a line, one seen only after they were over it.

In the pregnant silence that followed that became painfully clear.

It was not filled with wailing or screaming that should have been there. As Jak came back to himself in agonizing fits and starts, there was only the tensing of muscles as he wound the horror down into himself.