[ Jesse can tell he's awake and there is a difference, even though she isn't privy to his thoughts. He may still speak out loud in a seemingly endless stream of thoughts. He may still feel exhausted and drained. What is different is a look in his eyes. An awareness of things around him. His thoughts may come but she has yet to see him leave her to wherever his mind goes when he washes out.
Back and forth, round and round, it is all exhausting. They can't stop though. If they stop, then the story doesn't change, and people die. Saga's daughter dies. Her people die. Alan is still trapped. The ending that Alan is so adamant to change is real. She doesn't know what that ending is, just that Alan says it can't happen.
She trusts him about that. About so many other things. Maybe she shouldn't, but she does regardless.
Her fingers slide between his and she offers him the best smile she can muster. The concern, worry, and fear are still evident in her eyes. She's pressing down the more drastic reactions because she knows he can't handle it at the moment. Her breaking down and crying, curling up to sort through it all... yeah. It wouldn't help at all.
He wants to see her not acting as Director, but she needs some part of it to get through this. At least until he can talk and be up by himself again. There is no reference for her in how to handle anything like this. It's beyond her threshold of experiences and knowing what to do.
Alan Wake is damn good at pushing her limits of trust and experiences.
Her hand is still trembling. Not that there's much she can do about it.
She glances up, as if expecting the world to change around her again beyond the rays of Light. It doesn't, of course, and it leaves her wondering what it was. Not a memory--because she's never been in Bright Falls before now. Maybe a dream? It felt a bit too real for that. Something from...
« Do other realities exist? I mean. Something like another version of me. Or Alan. Or you. Obviously other realities exist. That's why we're here. How we're here. Could there... really be a version of me that met Alan before? Maybe it's not worth thinking about. There's too much else to focus on. »
Her hand squeezes his despite how it shakes. Jesse stares ahead of them, realizing she is intently watching the door that leads into the Writer's Room. ]
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Back and forth, round and round, it is all exhausting. They can't stop though. If they stop, then the story doesn't change, and people die. Saga's daughter dies. Her people die. Alan is still trapped. The ending that Alan is so adamant to change is real. She doesn't know what that ending is, just that Alan says it can't happen.
She trusts him about that. About so many other things. Maybe she shouldn't, but she does regardless.
Her fingers slide between his and she offers him the best smile she can muster. The concern, worry, and fear are still evident in her eyes. She's pressing down the more drastic reactions because she knows he can't handle it at the moment. Her breaking down and crying, curling up to sort through it all... yeah. It wouldn't help at all.
He wants to see her not acting as Director, but she needs some part of it to get through this. At least until he can talk and be up by himself again. There is no reference for her in how to handle anything like this. It's beyond her threshold of experiences and knowing what to do.
Alan Wake is damn good at pushing her limits of trust and experiences.
Her hand is still trembling. Not that there's much she can do about it.
She glances up, as if expecting the world to change around her again beyond the rays of Light. It doesn't, of course, and it leaves her wondering what it was. Not a memory--because she's never been in Bright Falls before now. Maybe a dream? It felt a bit too real for that. Something from...
« Do other realities exist? I mean. Something like another version of me. Or Alan. Or you. Obviously other realities exist. That's why we're here. How we're here. Could there... really be a version of me that met Alan before? Maybe it's not worth thinking about. There's too much else to focus on. »
Her hand squeezes his despite how it shakes. Jesse stares ahead of them, realizing she is intently watching the door that leads into the Writer's Room. ]