[ Jesse leans against him. Not too much, despite how she'd rather just melt in his hold and be held. Just enough to let him know she's trying to let him do what it is he wants. As much as she thinks he is capable of. Maybe he'll suddenly be recovered and will be able to hold her and support her--so that she can rest for a moment. However, she doubts it, by just how hostile the Dark Place seems to be for him.
She presses her forehead to his as the kiss comes to an end. She slowly opens her eyes, searching his to see what to do next. She's edited what she thinks she can. He probably has certain pages that he wants her to look at. They need to get to work.
Part of her, however, just wants to sink into his arms.
That part of her that is reeling from seeing Saga fire a bullet into his head. The part that broke down sobbing at seeing his dead body hit the beach. It was hard enough to see Dylan be taken away; to see Ordinary turned on its head. It was horrifying to see Hedron die and feel that she had lost Polaris forever. Nothing else has felt like the Hiss clawing into her head and forcing her to be apart of them, erasing her down bit by bit. Seeing Alan die though... suddenly, with no way to stop it? She felt powerless. Horrified. Scared. Broken. Every single moment she's lived through wrapped up in one bullet hitting it's target.
She's not angry at Saga, she doesn't hate the woman. It all makes sense. A sick twisted sort of sense that only this horror story could produce. A single bullet from the hero to kill the monster inhabiting the person who too should be a hero. Jesse can't hold anything against Saga for it.
Maybe that's the worst part.
Her gaze drops before her eyes close once more and she presses her forehead to his. He doesn't need to know how much it's hurt. It'll just make him feel worse about the story. Worse about putting them back in. For now, it might just be best to be silent until he's ready to speak again. ]
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She presses her forehead to his as the kiss comes to an end. She slowly opens her eyes, searching his to see what to do next. She's edited what she thinks she can. He probably has certain pages that he wants her to look at. They need to get to work.
Part of her, however, just wants to sink into his arms.
That part of her that is reeling from seeing Saga fire a bullet into his head. The part that broke down sobbing at seeing his dead body hit the beach. It was hard enough to see Dylan be taken away; to see Ordinary turned on its head. It was horrifying to see Hedron die and feel that she had lost Polaris forever. Nothing else has felt like the Hiss clawing into her head and forcing her to be apart of them, erasing her down bit by bit. Seeing Alan die though... suddenly, with no way to stop it? She felt powerless. Horrified. Scared. Broken. Every single moment she's lived through wrapped up in one bullet hitting it's target.
She's not angry at Saga, she doesn't hate the woman. It all makes sense. A sick twisted sort of sense that only this horror story could produce. A single bullet from the hero to kill the monster inhabiting the person who too should be a hero. Jesse can't hold anything against Saga for it.
Maybe that's the worst part.
Her gaze drops before her eyes close once more and she presses her forehead to his. He doesn't need to know how much it's hurt. It'll just make him feel worse about the story. Worse about putting them back in. For now, it might just be best to be silent until he's ready to speak again. ]