[ Jesse feels as if she is curling inside on herself as the Dark Presence screams at her. It's not Alan, just using his voice, but she still feels a punch to her heart. It threatens to bring back memories of someone else leaving; telling her to commit herself. She needs help. She needs to be normal.
Except neither things yelling at her are Alan.
« The irony of the Dark calling the Light evil. »
She wants to reach out and hold him as he hunches over. Polaris won't let her. He isn't truly Alan at the moment. It would just open a potential way for the Dark Presence to attack her--hurt both of them.
But, she sees Alan in his eyes. The gray eyes she loves, not the dark shadowy gaze staring at her. Her own green eyes soften at the sight.
« It's Alan. The real Alan--my Alan. He's still there. It hasn't taken him entirely. We have to keep trying. »
She can feel the shift around them. Something in the dream like reality has changed. She can't say she knows the Dark Place well enough to known what happened. If this was home, maybe, but it isn't. Only Alan can tell her. He's just unable to at the moment.
Her hands remain on his, channeling into the flashlight. She can feel her feet start to tingle as if they are falling asleep. There is so much power coming from Polaris and it's so draining...
The words stop and Alan speaks. The real Alan, not just being a puppet for another entity.
Everything else happens so quickly her mind is almost reeling from it all.
A sudden surge of light from outside the Writer's Room. Her eyes immediately snap to it, as if a spotlight has shone in. It envelopes Alan in the glow and another horrible scream echoes the room. Jesse looks back at Alan, but her eyes are more drawn to the wall behind him. The shadow play shows what she can only presume to be the Dark Presence leaving Alan's body forcibly and dissipating.
The whole room lights as if an overhead light has come on. Polaris resonates stronger, loudly, but not deafening or harmful. Just as if a gentle sound is pushed up to one of the main things coning through a speaker.
Then, heavy breathing through a mask.
« A... diver? What? » ]
『 Alan! Listen to me: go no deeper. Focus! You're losing yourself. I will try to help how I can, but you it's up to you. 』
[ Jesse blinks as the overlay of a Diver appears around Alan. It's coming through the Hotline even though the message is for Alan. Maybe because Polaris is helping the ..."Diver."
« It's not really a diver, is it? »
Everything seems to finally calm.
Jesse slowly let's go of the flashlight. Her shaking hands raise to rest on either side of his face. She isn't sure what to do or even what to say to him now. Is it really Alan Wake, or.... ]
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Except neither things yelling at her are Alan.
« The irony of the Dark calling the Light evil. »
She wants to reach out and hold him as he hunches over. Polaris won't let her. He isn't truly Alan at the moment. It would just open a potential way for the Dark Presence to attack her--hurt both of them.
But, she sees Alan in his eyes. The gray eyes she loves, not the dark shadowy gaze staring at her. Her own green eyes soften at the sight.
« It's Alan. The real Alan--my Alan. He's still there. It hasn't taken him entirely. We have to keep trying. »
She can feel the shift around them. Something in the dream like reality has changed. She can't say she knows the Dark Place well enough to known what happened. If this was home, maybe, but it isn't. Only Alan can tell her. He's just unable to at the moment.
Her hands remain on his, channeling into the flashlight. She can feel her feet start to tingle as if they are falling asleep. There is so much power coming from Polaris and it's so draining...
The words stop and Alan speaks. The real Alan, not just being a puppet for another entity.
Everything else happens so quickly her mind is almost reeling from it all.
A sudden surge of light from outside the Writer's Room. Her eyes immediately snap to it, as if a spotlight has shone in. It envelopes Alan in the glow and another horrible scream echoes the room. Jesse looks back at Alan, but her eyes are more drawn to the wall behind him. The shadow play shows what she can only presume to be the Dark Presence leaving Alan's body forcibly and dissipating.
The whole room lights as if an overhead light has come on. Polaris resonates stronger, loudly, but not deafening or harmful. Just as if a gentle sound is pushed up to one of the main things coning through a speaker.
Then, heavy breathing through a mask.
« A... diver? What? » ]
『 Alan! Listen to me: go no deeper. Focus! You're losing yourself. I will try to help how I can, but you it's up to you. 』
[ Jesse blinks as the overlay of a Diver appears around Alan. It's coming through the Hotline even though the message is for Alan. Maybe because Polaris is helping the ..."Diver."
« It's not really a diver, is it? »
Everything seems to finally calm.
Jesse slowly let's go of the flashlight. Her shaking hands raise to rest on either side of his face. She isn't sure what to do or even what to say to him now. Is it really Alan Wake, or.... ]