[ She continues to watch him, eyes locked onto his. Waiting to see if he unfocused and leaves her again. Where does he go when he washes away? Where do the waves take him? Could she ever follow to bring him home and keep him here?
Maybe not. Maybe that is the mark the Dark Place has left him with. She gained Polaris, but lost her family and her entire life as she knew it. His abilities may be heightened and used to alter realities... but it seems his mind can't stay in one reality long. Their reality. Home.
« Well, that's something we need to change. To help fix. He needs to be home with us. All of us. Otherwise he's never really home. »
She gently spreads her hands on his shoulders, attempting to give him a comforting hold. Enough so that he can find himself to stand on his own. It doesn't matter how long it takes. However long he needs. She's only here because he called her here.
Jesse's eyes widen slightly at the description he uses for her. He's said it once, hadn't he? When he was telling her how he saw her and Polaris--learned about them. She thought it was fitting then, but now, she feels an unfamiliar feeling of her cheeks heating up. He touches the free falling strands and her heart pounds.
You're the hero. The lifeline. You followed the call.
« Well, yeah. I sort of had to--Hartman would have destroyed what was left of the Buraeru. Maybe he doesn't know that part. It probably didn't matter. »
A memory comes to mind. It doesn't take her mind away from the moment like it would him. She remembers seeing herself hitting her hand on a mirror from inside the mirror. Yelling at herself that he had to wake up. Over and over again. It didn't work that time. It worked in other loops but not the one that message came to her.
« No--no. It wasn't a message about getting him to wake up in that loop. Or any loop. It was about here. In the room he writes. The Dark Place? How did I know that--when did I send that message? When do I send it? »
Her smile is tinged with worry. Worry for him, the situation he's in.
Should she lower herself? No, he's still leaning against her. Needing her support. She can keep it up a little longer. As long as there is some light. ]
Hey, Alan. [ Jesse leans into his forehead more. What is she supposed to say? She's still in a bit of awe that they are really in the same room together. No dreams, no altered reality. Actually here together
And, she's waiting for it to sink in for him. He's not going to be happy. Will he really believe her that she didn't go into the Lake? She isn't sure how she even got here--wherever here is. Is it really the Dark Place?
Her voice lowers so he doesn't need to speak so loudly. ] Sorry it took me so long to reach you. That it took us so long. Can--can you hear us now? Or, are we ...are we still faint?
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Maybe not. Maybe that is the mark the Dark Place has left him with. She gained Polaris, but lost her family and her entire life as she knew it. His abilities may be heightened and used to alter realities... but it seems his mind can't stay in one reality long. Their reality. Home.
« Well, that's something we need to change. To help fix. He needs to be home with us. All of us. Otherwise he's never really home. »
She gently spreads her hands on his shoulders, attempting to give him a comforting hold. Enough so that he can find himself to stand on his own. It doesn't matter how long it takes. However long he needs. She's only here because he called her here.
Jesse's eyes widen slightly at the description he uses for her. He's said it once, hadn't he? When he was telling her how he saw her and Polaris--learned about them. She thought it was fitting then, but now, she feels an unfamiliar feeling of her cheeks heating up. He touches the free falling strands and her heart pounds.
You're the hero. The lifeline. You followed the call.
« Well, yeah. I sort of had to--Hartman would have destroyed what was left of the Buraeru. Maybe he doesn't know that part. It probably didn't matter. »
A memory comes to mind. It doesn't take her mind away from the moment like it would him. She remembers seeing herself hitting her hand on a mirror from inside the mirror. Yelling at herself that he had to wake up. Over and over again. It didn't work that time. It worked in other loops but not the one that message came to her.
« No--no. It wasn't a message about getting him to wake up in that loop. Or any loop. It was about here. In the room he writes. The Dark Place? How did I know that--when did I send that message? When do I send it? »
Her smile is tinged with worry. Worry for him, the situation he's in.
Should she lower herself? No, he's still leaning against her. Needing her support. She can keep it up a little longer. As long as there is some light. ]
Hey, Alan. [ Jesse leans into his forehead more. What is she supposed to say? She's still in a bit of awe that they are really in the same room together. No dreams, no altered reality. Actually here together
And, she's waiting for it to sink in for him. He's not going to be happy. Will he really believe her that she didn't go into the Lake? She isn't sure how she even got here--wherever here is. Is it really the Dark Place?
Her voice lowers so he doesn't need to speak so loudly. ] Sorry it took me so long to reach you. That it took us so long. Can--can you hear us now? Or, are we ...are we still faint?