[ Well, in all fairness, no one knows he needs to get over himself better than him. And that's part of why he wishes he had more time to compartmentalize and process before being thrust into interacting with people and their questions again, even if said people get it and understand the sheer weirdness of all this. ]
The key word is throwing it at me. I couldn't even say it's not deserved. And that's not asking for platitudes. [ He's keenly aware that he took missteps a lot before his disappearance in his personal and public life, and even managed to do that a few times in the Dark Place. Overreaching, some might call it.
But he stops talking so he can better listen and try to understand what Jesse is telling him as she begins to explain Agent Casey and several other things. ] That name is interesting. It's almost too coincidental. [ Alan isn't sure that he believes in coincidences anymore. ] But knowing someone with the FBI, he probably isn't content with just redacted files and getting half the information. [ Which, he assumes, is what he's doing here: ferreting around to see what else he can find that isn't being kept back by the FBC. That, and he, Alan Wake, is a convenient bystander. Well, a bystander who is more involved than he wishes he was. ]
Sounds fair enough, a question for a question. [ Part of him recoils at the idea, because depending on what her questions are, he knows he may not want to answer. But he's a writer and has a decent command over words and what to say and how to say it, if he can say so himself. ]
They... They were for you specifically. [ A writer needed a hero. ]
I... I don't know much, actually. I know your name, and... [ He knows small details, vague ones, and nothing that tells him anything about her as a person. ] I know you're not ordinary.
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[ Well, in all fairness, no one knows he needs to get over himself better than him. And that's part of why he wishes he had more time to compartmentalize and process before being thrust into interacting with people and their questions again, even if said people get it and understand the sheer weirdness of all this. ]
The key word is throwing it at me. I couldn't even say it's not deserved. And that's not asking for platitudes. [ He's keenly aware that he took missteps a lot before his disappearance in his personal and public life, and even managed to do that a few times in the Dark Place. Overreaching, some might call it.
But he stops talking so he can better listen and try to understand what Jesse is telling him as she begins to explain Agent Casey and several other things. ] That name is interesting. It's almost too coincidental. [ Alan isn't sure that he believes in coincidences anymore. ] But knowing someone with the FBI, he probably isn't content with just redacted files and getting half the information. [ Which, he assumes, is what he's doing here: ferreting around to see what else he can find that isn't being kept back by the FBC. That, and he, Alan Wake, is a convenient bystander. Well, a bystander who is more involved than he wishes he was. ]
Sounds fair enough, a question for a question. [ Part of him recoils at the idea, because depending on what her questions are, he knows he may not want to answer. But he's a writer and has a decent command over words and what to say and how to say it, if he can say so himself. ]
They... They were for you specifically. [ A writer needed a hero. ]
I... I don't know much, actually. I know your name, and... [ He knows small details, vague ones, and nothing that tells him anything about her as a person. ] I know you're not ordinary.