[3rd Person P.O.V.]

A few days has passed ever since that talk with Moria's true death, Trin has fell silent and rarely, or hasn't spoken to anyone at all, afterwards. Despite that emotional backstory, Trinity has never cried, not a single tear. That instant he shot her, the rain started to shower them with water drops, hard, as if the Precursors were crying with Trin. When Moria died that day, they didn't even retrieve her body for a proper burial. They couldn't. All he could get was her irreplaceable Stradivarius...

Suddenly, as he was recovering, he called Jak. "Trinity..." Jak responded worryingly.

"I'm fine, I've felt much more worse... I just needed to tell you..." Trinity stretched, a bit too much that he ends up almost opening his wound again. "Ugh... Anyways, after her death, I have never actually spoke a word to anyone, ever."

Jak took a seat on Trin's bed, "What is this about exactly?"

"You." He said. Jak looked his way and tilted his head in question, "I haven't spoke to anyone for almost a year, that is, until I met you." He yawned. "Those words at back Haven's Prison? You remember?"

Jak thought and nodded. He remembers them very well.

"'I know you don't trust me, but here's one thing you need to keep in mind. Don't forget, there's people out there waiting. Just...wait. Hold on to every bit of hope in you.' Those were one of the very first words I have said in a long time. I closed myself up, but you, ironically since you didn't talk much back then, were the one who made me open up..." Trinity explained truthfully. "I just didn't want to see you end up like Moria..." He laughed. "Been saying that too much huh. What are you doing now, and where's Dax anyways?"

"I'm going to get a mission from Torn, Daxter is hogging the bathroom again." Jak sighed on his flirty pal.

He chuckled, "Is he 'perfecting' his fur for the ladies?" Jak has a feeling that this is Trin's way of going through hard times. Humors and laughs.

Jak decided to go with it anyways, "Maybe, he's always like that."

"Was he always an ottsel?" He asked as he grabbed his coat that has been washed.

Jak put a finger on his chin, "No, he was actually like us, he just fell into a Dark Eco pool accidentally..." Trin nodded. "I've always wondered, was it painful when he went in? But, I don't wanna ask him..."

"That still doesn't make any sense... We aren't ottsels, and look at us, we absorb Dark Eco everyday." Trin gestured to himself.

Jak has just realized what he said, "Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

Trinity was confused at first, but understood. "Oh, everyone has bits of Dark Eco in them, that doesn't make them like you or...her the instant you touch it. You have to be exposed in extremely large quantities for them to experience that, that, or they die for being incapable." He paused in thought. "You notice the bodies always...disintegrate?"

He remember the dead corpses always eventually reaching that state, he just noticed that he never asked why, "Yeah, but I thought it was because of me and...my other one."

"Not quite, it does have to do with the dangerous Dark Eco though, it's a strange substance... once it loses it's host, it'll basically eat the dead remains... Something like that..." Trin explained.

After he was fully dressed he got himself out of his bed, "Woah, hold on, you just got injured 2 days ago." He urged him to go back to his bed.

Trin sighed, "C'mon, I'm better now... I hate it when people treat me like this..." He complained.

A few moments of endless arguing later, Daxter showed up, he saw them two complaining to each other... His pelt was still a tad bit wet, but its not drenched in the odor of Haven's Jail at least. "Hey! The Orange Lightning is here, ready to get some women!" He raised his brows.

'Oh Dax...' Trinity stood up, from his mattress, Jak was uneasy about this.

"I wonder how Jinx is doing with Queen and her..." He snorted. "Pink tutu..."

Trinity stared at him with disbelief, "Pink... Tutu?" He watched both of them trying to hold in their snickers, which obviously failed. "Who is 'Queen'?"

They both stopped, "You mean you have never met her?" Both of their eyebrows were raised.

"No. I haven't met this person." He stated.

Daxter chimed, "Well, sometimes I would prefer you over her! She would love to kill me...." He reached his neck, recalling some sort of event.

Trinity was very puzzled at their descriptions, 'Maybe they're drunk?' "Are you guys alright? Have you been drinking, I know you did Dax... Probably drank that vodka, White Haven... Where is this Queen, anyways?"

Jak was about to respond, however, he was cut off my his Communicator... Daxter jumped on it and shouted. "What? Elise? Is that you? What's goin' on?"

???(Communicator): <<DAXTER WE NEED HELP! KREW IS A RAT! HE SOLD JINX AND I OUT TO THE KRIMZON GUARDS- >>

Gunfire was heard from the other side, it was full of static, but this 'Elise' person was adjusting the radio frequency based on how clearer and clearer it was getting. Abruptly, there was a sound of something crashing to the floor, grunts, and more gunshots rang out. Trinity listened in as he put on his belt.

Jak shouted in panic, "What?!? Elise where are you?!"

???(Communicator): <<G--.... THE.... -ELL... -WAY... FROM ME! --OL! >>  

Torn informed urgently, "This is now a rescue mission Jak, Trin, follow that signal!" We rushed outside and boarded the hovercrafts!

Jak yelled on the Communicator, hoping for some kind of reply. "ELISE! WHERE ARE YOU?! PLEASE! ANSWER ME! COME ON!!"

Trin tried to soothe his unsettled state, "Jak calm dow-"

???(Communicator): <<Jak. So nice to hear from you again.>>  

They both turned to the Communicator with a glare full of daggers. "Erol... that persistent fuck..." Trinity balled his hand into a fist, his voice was low and full of poison...

He growled lowly, "Erol... Leave her alone." Hate laced into his tone.

Erol(Communicator): <<And what if I don't? The Baron wants to 'punish' her for leaving without a goodbye kiss... >>  

His voice vexed all of them to no end... He chuckled darkly at the end.

Jak threatened as Trin was driving, high speed. "I swear if you touch her... I'll kill you with my bare hands!" He spat.

Erol(Communicator): <<Hm. Good luck with that.>>  

We heard the Communicator slam onto the floor, after those words.

???(Communicator): <<JAK WE'RE IN THE SEWERS!>>  

A female voice shouted despairingly, we heard the KG moving around in the background.

"ELISE!!!" Jak yelled again wretchedly on his Communicator.

*SNAP!*

The communication was cut off, all we heard was static after, Jak pounded his fist on the dashboard with frustration. Trinity hated that feeling of helplessness... Trin exclaimed,  "They shouldn't be too far, buckle your damn seatbelts!" Daxter sunk in the seat with complete fear, Jak had a deathgrip on the dash.

Trinity floored the pedal and made the engine roar in fury, he'd used the technique of staying in two zones when doubled tapping the switch, weaving through the traffic without a single hit!

"How are you so comfortable with this speed?!?!" The ottsel bellowed over the sounds.

"Because I'm used to driving faster, more dangerous vehicles!" The KG were onto them, their Hellcat Zoomers were right by their side! "Jak! Shoot 'em!" Jak grabbed his Blaster Gun! The Krimzon Guards had their weapons prepared and they started to fire!

It was one heck of a chase, those units were parts of Erol's KG's, they're more trained and are more annoying to have on your tail. Despite their efforts of trying to keep up with them, Trinity's extraordinarily professional driving skills made the hovercar seem like its walking away from them.