[ Polaris isn't a healer in a traditional or nontraditional sense. She can only increase the Light, and if the Light can heal, that is what she bolsters. The Light may not be able to repair everything, but, at least heal over scars. Restore energy. At least, that's how Jesse remembers it being when she fought Hartman.
The Dark drained her and the Light restored it.
Polaris continues to hum throughout the exchange. It is a byproduct of what the resonance is. It won't change, but certainly more noticeable now that the light remains in the cabin. The Diver is gone, but, the Light remains on inside. Possibly because the occupants demand it be there, and the Dark Place must mold around both entities that inhabit it.
Her attention moves from noticing that there almost seems to be an overhead light on back to Alan when he says her name. She frowns slightly at the sound of his voice. The exhaustion and pain is evident in it. He needs to rest... however rest looks in the Dark Place.
『 The Light. A safe haven in the dark. Able to change the world around someone in the dark. It's... harder to send messages when there's no Light. When someone has gone so deep, they forget how to see it... 』
She glances to the side at the voice coming through the Hotline. A woman's voice, but she doesn't know it. The message fades out, which is unusual in itself. Usually it plays everything before it stops. It doesn't just fade out like reception is gone.
The light is still on in the room even as he continues to speak. Jesse feels her body tense, eyebrows knit together and that feeling of curling in on herself comes back. He groans and the hands on his back press against him to try and keep him where he is.
« He needs to rest. He can barely move, let alone try to write or make edits. Alan. Don't move. Just stay there. I'm fine, I can handle it. I'm the Director-- »
The desperation in his tone is what stops even her thoughts in an instant. Her heart pounds heavily as she tries to figure out what she needs to do. He won't lay against her, instead insisting on raising his head to look at her. As always, her eyes instantly meet his.
« He's so tired. »
Her head tilts as he tries once more to communicate what he needs. Maybe wants. Something inside her already knows but doesn't understand why he'd need it. He needs to rest, to heal, to lean against something strong until he's built himself back up to keep going.
« How am I that when he called us to help him? Both of us. Together. You and me. I'm not. What if now that he's awake he doesn't... »
She doesn't finish the thought even to Polaris. When he was awake in loops, it was always Alan. But, she can see now, that part of him was always drowned out by the Dark Prsence. It hadn't let him go. No matter what she or Polaris did. They had to come here to pull him out of it. Doesn't that mean he's never really seen her? Just maybe what he's wanted to see through some sort of weird dream logic or however the loops work. Maybe now that he is wide awake, just injured, he'll decide she's not what he thought she was.
Not as the Director, or Polaris' amplifier, but... her.
Jesse Faden.
Her jaw sets to the side. As much as those defensive walls try to flare up? She knows she can't keep them up. Not because of her own exhaustion or trying to wrap her mind around everything that's happened since she stepped in the room. Alan's asked her, and she's fallen far too much for him to deny a request from him.
Especially with how he is now. Broken, injured, hurting, exhausted.
Her green eyes leave his to look down. The wall coming down isn't gradual or a slow process. Instantaneous. Vulnerability takes her gaze, as does the worry. Her shoulder sag and her hands curl back into his coat. What takes the longest is her looking back up at him. ]
You need to lay back down... just for a little while. Okay? [ Jesse tries to interject some of that authority and confidence in that small voice she speaks in when her walls are down. Because it is what he needs--to rest under the light. To heal. ] We're not going anywhere.
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The Dark drained her and the Light restored it.
Polaris continues to hum throughout the exchange. It is a byproduct of what the resonance is. It won't change, but certainly more noticeable now that the light remains in the cabin. The Diver is gone, but, the Light remains on inside. Possibly because the occupants demand it be there, and the Dark Place must mold around both entities that inhabit it.
Her attention moves from noticing that there almost seems to be an overhead light on back to Alan when he says her name. She frowns slightly at the sound of his voice. The exhaustion and pain is evident in it. He needs to rest... however rest looks in the Dark Place.
『 The Light. A safe haven in the dark. Able to change the world around someone in the dark. It's... harder to send messages when there's no Light. When someone has gone so deep, they forget how to see it... 』
She glances to the side at the voice coming through the Hotline. A woman's voice, but she doesn't know it. The message fades out, which is unusual in itself. Usually it plays everything before it stops. It doesn't just fade out like reception is gone.
The light is still on in the room even as he continues to speak. Jesse feels her body tense, eyebrows knit together and that feeling of curling in on herself comes back. He groans and the hands on his back press against him to try and keep him where he is.
« He needs to rest. He can barely move, let alone try to write or make edits. Alan. Don't move. Just stay there. I'm fine, I can handle it. I'm the Director-- »
The desperation in his tone is what stops even her thoughts in an instant. Her heart pounds heavily as she tries to figure out what she needs to do. He won't lay against her, instead insisting on raising his head to look at her. As always, her eyes instantly meet his.
« He's so tired. »
Her head tilts as he tries once more to communicate what he needs. Maybe wants. Something inside her already knows but doesn't understand why he'd need it. He needs to rest, to heal, to lean against something strong until he's built himself back up to keep going.
« How am I that when he called us to help him? Both of us. Together. You and me. I'm not. What if now that he's awake he doesn't... »
She doesn't finish the thought even to Polaris. When he was awake in loops, it was always Alan. But, she can see now, that part of him was always drowned out by the Dark Prsence. It hadn't let him go. No matter what she or Polaris did. They had to come here to pull him out of it. Doesn't that mean he's never really seen her? Just maybe what he's wanted to see through some sort of weird dream logic or however the loops work. Maybe now that he is wide awake, just injured, he'll decide she's not what he thought she was.
Not as the Director, or Polaris' amplifier, but... her.
Jesse Faden.
Her jaw sets to the side. As much as those defensive walls try to flare up? She knows she can't keep them up. Not because of her own exhaustion or trying to wrap her mind around everything that's happened since she stepped in the room. Alan's asked her, and she's fallen far too much for him to deny a request from him.
Especially with how he is now. Broken, injured, hurting, exhausted.
Her green eyes leave his to look down. The wall coming down isn't gradual or a slow process. Instantaneous. Vulnerability takes her gaze, as does the worry. Her shoulder sag and her hands curl back into his coat. What takes the longest is her looking back up at him. ]
You need to lay back down... just for a little while. Okay? [ Jesse tries to interject some of that authority and confidence in that small voice she speaks in when her walls are down. Because it is what he needs--to rest under the light. To heal. ] We're not going anywhere.