The nightmares never seemed to fade.
Even after the hands of time ticked onwards and Jak had already accepted the demise of his former friends and squad mates, the visions of that night lived on whenever the redhead slumbered. Images of the flames, the sounds of those howling in pain as they slowly passed on from the world, visions of his compatriots lying in a pool of their own blood, some even mangled to the point of only their clothes and belongings being the only identification. Along with those scenes, the feelings of guilt, despair, anger, hopelessness, and many others remained, refusing to allow Jak to forget even the smallest detail.
Night after night, he revisited the burning remains of Deryipall, forced to go through the events of the Bird Massacre and the dying gasps of his closest friend. Even in the throes of his unconscious state, the redhead wasn't spared as the nightmares once again wrapped their scaly, mutilated bodies around his very throat.
