[ Her breathing evens out, even if it is still heavy and nearly panting. The moment Alan hits the asphalt beside her? Her body leans against him out of instinct. She might be a very powerful parautalitarian, but Alan is a support beam for her.
Her gaze focuses and she tilts her head. Green eyes latch onto his gray ones. Hers aren't haunted or hazed, but have a look of knowing.
« This is what he's been fighting for thirteen years. This... this entity. I KNOW Scratch. What he's capable of. This? This isn't just that. It really is what the Hiss merged with in Hartman. The Darkness. If Hartman had been HERE with the Hiss corruption... »
Jesse pushes herself to sit up on her knees. Her arms feel like jelly and she's shaking all over. It reminds her of bringing him to the Motel. How much energy she used, and how it left her body feeling. No wonder the darkness drained her in the Oldest House.
« You're right. It's old, and powerful, but not unbeatable. We beat Hartman. Alan stopped it thirteen years ago. »
She finally looks back to him. A shaking hand raises and rests against his thigh. It takes too much to raise it further. The blood doesn't bother her. Not after what she saw. How does she put it? ]
That's what it wants--you. Isn't it? [ Her voice is low enough for only him to hear. ] That's what happened thirteen years ago. It tried to use you to come into our reality here. Through the lake, through this town, through a story.
[ Jesse does her best to turn to face him. She can't get very far despite her best efforts at the moment.
« It can't have him. We will make sure of it. Won't we? »
Polaris shimmers in agreement. ]
You trapped yourself in the Dark Place to stop it. [ Her tone doesn't suggest that she learned this, but she's putting the pieces of an delicate and complicated puzzle together. Not just the puzzle of the Dark Presence, but of Alan Wake. ] Not just to save Alice.
[ Polaris gives a nudge and Jesse follows through without hesitation. She takes his hands and places them on the asphalt that the control point is marked out on.
Polaris' resonance hums. Not violently, not subtly. Loudly. Her resonance in the very ground of this place ant not the Dark Presence. As long as they can hold this point? It can be a safe heaven. They just need to keep the lights on. That was Jesse's plan all along. It was just harder to fight for it than she expected.
« It drained everything in me. This isn't good. We need to be here for the night. Just in case. Maybe it won't be here, but in case it is, we have to be ready. I need to recoop and fast. »
Now she hopes that feeling Polaris in the very ground helps more than holding her hand did. ]
Alan. Are you able to fight tonight? I need to know. Not just for your safety, but my people here. [ Her green eyes remain latched onto his gray ones, never letting go of his gaze. ] We can talk about everything else in the morning. But, right now, I need to know if you're here with me.
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Her gaze focuses and she tilts her head. Green eyes latch onto his gray ones. Hers aren't haunted or hazed, but have a look of knowing.
« This is what he's been fighting for thirteen years. This... this entity. I KNOW Scratch. What he's capable of. This? This isn't just that. It really is what the Hiss merged with in Hartman. The Darkness. If Hartman had been HERE with the Hiss corruption... »
Jesse pushes herself to sit up on her knees. Her arms feel like jelly and she's shaking all over. It reminds her of bringing him to the Motel. How much energy she used, and how it left her body feeling. No wonder the darkness drained her in the Oldest House.
« You're right. It's old, and powerful, but not unbeatable. We beat Hartman. Alan stopped it thirteen years ago. »
She finally looks back to him. A shaking hand raises and rests against his thigh. It takes too much to raise it further. The blood doesn't bother her. Not after what she saw. How does she put it? ]
That's what it wants--you. Isn't it? [ Her voice is low enough for only him to hear. ] That's what happened thirteen years ago. It tried to use you to come into our reality here. Through the lake, through this town, through a story.
[ Jesse does her best to turn to face him. She can't get very far despite her best efforts at the moment.
« It can't have him. We will make sure of it. Won't we? »
Polaris shimmers in agreement. ]
You trapped yourself in the Dark Place to stop it. [ Her tone doesn't suggest that she learned this, but she's putting the pieces of an delicate and complicated puzzle together. Not just the puzzle of the Dark Presence, but of Alan Wake. ] Not just to save Alice.
[ Polaris gives a nudge and Jesse follows through without hesitation. She takes his hands and places them on the asphalt that the control point is marked out on.
Polaris' resonance hums. Not violently, not subtly. Loudly. Her resonance in the very ground of this place ant not the Dark Presence. As long as they can hold this point? It can be a safe heaven. They just need to keep the lights on. That was Jesse's plan all along. It was just harder to fight for it than she expected.
« It drained everything in me. This isn't good. We need to be here for the night. Just in case. Maybe it won't be here, but in case it is, we have to be ready. I need to recoop and fast. »
Now she hopes that feeling Polaris in the very ground helps more than holding her hand did. ]
Alan. Are you able to fight tonight? I need to know. Not just for your safety, but my people here. [ Her green eyes remain latched onto his gray ones, never letting go of his gaze. ] We can talk about everything else in the morning. But, right now, I need to know if you're here with me.