[ It's... nice. This is nice. Being held by someone. Jesse can't properly recall a time when it's happened. She knows it has, but so much has happened, that it feels like another life. Not this story, or Alan, or Bright Falls. It feels like a lifetime since she first stepped into the sliding glass doors of the Oldest House on nothing more than Polaris' urging.
« It's... been a while. A lot has happened. I knew I never wanted to go back to how life was before. Now, I know I can't. Not if it means losing you, Dylan, Alan. I won't go back to that. I won't let anyone try to make me that person again. Alien entities, the story, Alan. »
She leans against him more and her eyes close. Polaris still comes through her like gentle waves, but it feels soothing to even Jesse as they sit under the light.
« He has to come home. We have to find a way to save Saga's daughter. » ]
I've made sure the Buearu is more humanized. We don't take people away and lock them up. Not without helping...
[ Jesse's eyes snap open as she feels a sudden shift in the room. It's only half a second more before she's pulled away and spun around to br anchored by her knee. Polaris shimmers, but it doesn't seem to be hostile. Not that Jesse is leaving it up to chance. Her hand raises in a blink of an eye with the Service Weapon in hand.
In the exact same moment, a man appears in the Writer's Room. Shorter than Alan, dirty blonde hair jean jacket. He turns to face the two and gives a smile at Alan. ]
Hey, Alan. It's probably been awhile for you, huh? Maybe not. [ Tim Breaker then turns his gaze to the woman who has the gun made of blocks. ] Jesse.
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« It's... been a while. A lot has happened. I knew I never wanted to go back to how life was before. Now, I know I can't. Not if it means losing you, Dylan, Alan. I won't go back to that. I won't let anyone try to make me that person again. Alien entities, the story, Alan. »
She leans against him more and her eyes close. Polaris still comes through her like gentle waves, but it feels soothing to even Jesse as they sit under the light.
« He has to come home. We have to find a way to save Saga's daughter. » ]
I've made sure the Buearu is more humanized. We don't take people away and lock them up. Not without helping...
[ Jesse's eyes snap open as she feels a sudden shift in the room. It's only half a second more before she's pulled away and spun around to br anchored by her knee. Polaris shimmers, but it doesn't seem to be hostile. Not that Jesse is leaving it up to chance. Her hand raises in a blink of an eye with the Service Weapon in hand.
In the exact same moment, a man appears in the Writer's Room. Shorter than Alan, dirty blonde hair jean jacket. He turns to face the two and gives a smile at Alan. ]
Hey, Alan. It's probably been awhile for you, huh? Maybe not. [ Tim Breaker then turns his gaze to the woman who has the gun made of blocks. ] Jesse.
[ Jesse's eyes narrow. ]