Jesse raises her eyes to his once more once he speaks her name. Her eyebrows knit together for a brief moment before glancing down again. It's not only a matter of not wanting to share it--how does she? How can she put it into words? Alan operates on words, she operates on actions.
She leans into his hold and is silent for a stretch of time. Hopefully he can read her and tell that it's not that she's avoiding answering him. It's a matter of trying to answer him in a way that makes sense and won't lead to her crying.
Again. ]
Don't die again. [ A short phrase, but she's not sure she can put it into something else without her voice breaking--without her breaking down. ] I don't want... I shouldn't ask you for anything else in the story. Make demands. But--if you do, then...
[ « Then "us" being in the story doesn't matter. This won't matter. He'll be dead in reality and there won't be an "us." It'll just be someone else I let down. Someone else I failed. I can't save everyone, but, why can't I save the people that matter most? »
Jesse just shakes her head at herself before turning her head away with a frown. Berating herself for even saying it. He asked, but, she shouldn't have said it. He's done enough by putting a loop hole in for them to even happen. She shouldn't ask for him to make further changes. Not when he has to accommodate for so much already.
Then, a slight shift in the Writer's Room. One that only Alan could pick up on.
Two orbs of opposite colors appear. Once they align?
A vision.
A silhouette of a woman appear, as it's always in such a way. Standing in what looks like a cave with red sand. A large pillar is in front of her.
『 Head of Bureau Operations. The Hiss got in. The Foundation is overrun. I was out of time and out of options. I took all the C4 I could get my hands on and strapped it to the Nail. Boom.
Two birds, one bomb. Christ, what a mess. But I stopped the Hiss. I did it. If Faden did her part then the Bureau is safe, until the next thing. 』
The woman fades and reappears further in the Writer's Room, gun on her shoulder, head tilted up toward the pillar.
『 Jesse has good reason to hate the Bureau. But that could be what we need right now. She won't follow the same path, won't fall into the same traps. She'll lead her way. 』
She fades once more, facing the door. The letters of "FBC" can be seen on her back.
『 So, Director Faden, here's my last lesson:
You can't save everybody. 』
The light around the woman turns a brilliant red. Muttering can be heard filling the room as the silhouette turns black. The woman begins to glow an eerie blood red.
『 You are a worm through time. The thunder song distorts you. Happiness comes. White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye. Through a mirror, inverted is made right. Leave your insides by the door... 』
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Jesse raises her eyes to his once more once he speaks her name. Her eyebrows knit together for a brief moment before glancing down again. It's not only a matter of not wanting to share it--how does she? How can she put it into words? Alan operates on words, she operates on actions.
She leans into his hold and is silent for a stretch of time. Hopefully he can read her and tell that it's not that she's avoiding answering him. It's a matter of trying to answer him in a way that makes sense and won't lead to her crying.
Again. ]
Don't die again. [ A short phrase, but she's not sure she can put it into something else without her voice breaking--without her breaking down. ] I don't want... I shouldn't ask you for anything else in the story. Make demands. But--if you do, then...
[ « Then "us" being in the story doesn't matter. This won't matter. He'll be dead in reality and there won't be an "us." It'll just be someone else I let down. Someone else I failed. I can't save everyone, but, why can't I save the people that matter most? »
Jesse just shakes her head at herself before turning her head away with a frown. Berating herself for even saying it. He asked, but, she shouldn't have said it. He's done enough by putting a loop hole in for them to even happen. She shouldn't ask for him to make further changes. Not when he has to accommodate for so much already.
Then, a slight shift in the Writer's Room. One that only Alan could pick up on.
Two orbs of opposite colors appear. Once they align?
A vision.
A silhouette of a woman appear, as it's always in such a way. Standing in what looks like a cave with red sand. A large pillar is in front of her.
『 Head of Bureau Operations. The Hiss got in. The Foundation is overrun. I was out of time and out of options. I took all the C4 I could get my hands on and strapped it to the Nail. Boom.
Two birds, one bomb. Christ, what a mess. But I stopped the Hiss. I did it. If Faden did her part then the Bureau is safe, until the next thing. 』
The woman fades and reappears further in the Writer's Room, gun on her shoulder, head tilted up toward the pillar.
『 Jesse has good reason to hate the Bureau. But that could be what we need right now. She won't follow the same path, won't fall into the same traps. She'll lead her way. 』
She fades once more, facing the door. The letters of "FBC" can be seen on her back.
『 So, Director Faden, here's my last lesson:
You can't save everybody. 』
The light around the woman turns a brilliant red. Muttering can be heard filling the room as the silhouette turns black. The woman begins to glow an eerie blood red.
『 You are a worm through time. The thunder song distorts you. Happiness comes. White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye. Through a mirror, inverted is made right. Leave your insides by the door... 』
The vision folds in on itself and disappears. ]