[ Maybe that's a side effect of being a crime writer. Maybe he never believed in the happy ending as a construct or concept. Maybe his view of the world is a hard one, with no room for happy endings. Trouble always comes, and it's rarely resolved to anyone's satisfaction. Anyone on the side of good, that is.
Maybe that's why it's so hard for Alan to believe that his own story could end happily. ]
Has it? Has it really? I know there's history here, that things happened long before Alice and I even thought about this place, but has the Dark Presence really been here that long? Predating all of us?
[ He can't help but sound incredulous. For some reason, he hadn't thought of it like that. Of course, he's not stupid enough to think that his arrival here coincided with the Dark Presence making itself known for the first time. But for reasons he barely understands, he hadn't thought of it in such terms as the ones Jesse's just laid out for him. ]
But... No, whatever the case is, you're right. We'll stop it. I'll stop it. Somehow. I don't know how, or what I'll do, because- [ The words are gone. ] I don't have a choice.
[ He's made his choice, and that's to keep writing. To keep trying to make the ending work.
What was I going to ask her? Why did I say her name? ]
If.. if things were different. If you hadn't been dragged into this story- and don't say that you would have been involved anyway. If it was just you and me, no Director, no crazy story, just the two of us, living some kind of life... maybe together, maybe apart, but coming together... would you want that?
[ Would she want that old-fashioned house with the front porch and picket fence and little kids running around? Her kids? Ours? I don't know if she really would. But maybe we could be together somehow. In another life. Another reality, maybe.
His hand reaches out then to touch her face in return as his musings turn themselves around in his mind. ]
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Maybe that's why it's so hard for Alan to believe that his own story could end happily. ]
Has it? Has it really? I know there's history here, that things happened long before Alice and I even thought about this place, but has the Dark Presence really been here that long? Predating all of us?
[ He can't help but sound incredulous. For some reason, he hadn't thought of it like that. Of course, he's not stupid enough to think that his arrival here coincided with the Dark Presence making itself known for the first time. But for reasons he barely understands, he hadn't thought of it in such terms as the ones Jesse's just laid out for him. ]
But... No, whatever the case is, you're right. We'll stop it. I'll stop it. Somehow. I don't know how, or what I'll do, because- [ The words are gone. ] I don't have a choice.
[ He's made his choice, and that's to keep writing. To keep trying to make the ending work.
What was I going to ask her? Why did I say her name? ]
If.. if things were different. If you hadn't been dragged into this story- and don't say that you would have been involved anyway. If it was just you and me, no Director, no crazy story, just the two of us, living some kind of life... maybe together, maybe apart, but coming together... would you want that?
[ Would she want that old-fashioned house with the front porch and picket fence and little kids running around? Her kids? Ours? I don't know if she really would. But maybe we could be together somehow. In another life. Another reality, maybe.
His hand reaches out then to touch her face in return as his musings turn themselves around in his mind. ]