[ The only manuscript she's aware of that featured her was the one involving the Investigations Sector. The one that he sent to her over the Hotline, a drowning desperate man about to do something so, so reckless. Something that would have consequences that she would have to deal with. She would have rather dealt with it four years ago, but, their AWE detection said it was wasn't active until 2023.
« I've waited to come here. I waited until the time and date YOU sent to us. Now, I'm here, and I don't understand anything. You called to me, to US. Now it's all so, so screwed up. What went wrong? Did I do it? What was I supposed to do? »
『 It was powerful but it was coming from far away. And made weak because of the distance... Faden sensed a drowning man. A man desperate to escape. 』
She can hear the echo of that Hotline call in her mind crystal clear, as if she had just gotten it again. Was he rebroadcasting it? What went wrong?
『 Wake needed a hero. 』
« How can I help him?! Help all of us. We're stuck here until... until what? Forever? When does this AWE begin and when does it END? »
Jesse pushes against his chest again to ground him. Focus him. Make him listen to her. Polaris and she aren't invasive like the Hiss. It's a quite frequency that builds, and builds, and stretches out, and offers to help. A guiding star.
Jesse.
Had he called her by her first name before? Besides now, when they met this time. Face to face, not over the Hotline. ]
Alan, please--[ her voice wavers again as the fear is truly evident now. She's not afraid of him but for him; for all of them here in this hellhole of a altered world event, ]--you have to listen to me. You have to wake up.
I can't...
[ « I'm going to fail him just like I failed Dylan. Aren't I? »
A pressure comes from her hand as if Polaris is adding vibrations to every punctured word. A vibration that maybe, just maybe, can get through to him. Wherever he is, wherever he's drowning. A lake, behind that goddamn door in the Motel, in his own head. ]
I can't save you. Not if you don't wake up. So, please. Alan. Wake. Up.
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« I've waited to come here. I waited until the time and date YOU sent to us. Now, I'm here, and I don't understand anything. You called to me, to US. Now it's all so, so screwed up. What went wrong? Did I do it? What was I supposed to do? »
『 It was powerful but it was coming from far away. And made weak because of the distance... Faden sensed a drowning man. A man desperate to escape. 』
She can hear the echo of that Hotline call in her mind crystal clear, as if she had just gotten it again. Was he rebroadcasting it? What went wrong?
『 Wake needed a hero. 』
« How can I help him?! Help all of us. We're stuck here until... until what? Forever? When does this AWE begin and when does it END? »
Jesse pushes against his chest again to ground him. Focus him. Make him listen to her. Polaris and she aren't invasive like the Hiss. It's a quite frequency that builds, and builds, and stretches out, and offers to help. A guiding star.
Jesse.
Had he called her by her first name before? Besides now, when they met this time. Face to face, not over the Hotline. ]
Alan, please--[ her voice wavers again as the fear is truly evident now. She's not afraid of him but for him; for all of them here in this hellhole of a altered world event, ]--you have to listen to me. You have to wake up.
I can't...
[ « I'm going to fail him just like I failed Dylan. Aren't I? »
A pressure comes from her hand as if Polaris is adding vibrations to every punctured word. A vibration that maybe, just maybe, can get through to him. Wherever he is, wherever he's drowning. A lake, behind that goddamn door in the Motel, in his own head. ]
I can't save you. Not if you don't wake up. So, please. Alan. Wake. Up.