People don't ask for my help. [ Despite the tone she had just used, the explanation comes easily. Not softly, but, not hostile either. Her green eyes stay trained on the road ahead. As well as they can with how thick the darkness is anyways. ] I... try not to be noticed by anyone, or leave an impression. I made it a habit to just fade into the background. You noticed me anyways. You even put me in this story.
[ She frowns slightly. ] I didn't ask for any of it. Or, maybe, I really did. Coming here might of been asking for it even if I didn't realize it. Like I said, my friend told me to come here. I didn't realize what any of it meant and just acted on blind faith.
[ Jesse spares a glance at him again. ]
Bright Falls has always been weird from what I can find. Stories about people going missing. Being struck by lightning. Flash floods, tornados. Things that don't happen in any other place like this happen here. [ She tilts her head with a frown. ] There was this famous poet that lived here. Thomas Zane? He... actually wrote some of my favorite poems. He lived on Cauldron Lake with his girlfriend. She... drowned, apparently, in the lake. Then the cauldera erupted and took him out with his cabin. It happened in 1970.
[ Little does Jesse knka she is repeating what Barry Wheeler found a few days ago. What he reported to Alan when they went to visit Rose. ]
So... if the Dark Presence is behind all the weird things? You're just next, I guess. [ Another glance. ] Where were you staying when you showed up here?
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[ She frowns slightly. ] I didn't ask for any of it. Or, maybe, I really did. Coming here might of been asking for it even if I didn't realize it. Like I said, my friend told me to come here. I didn't realize what any of it meant and just acted on blind faith.
[ Jesse spares a glance at him again. ]
Bright Falls has always been weird from what I can find. Stories about people going missing. Being struck by lightning. Flash floods, tornados. Things that don't happen in any other place like this happen here. [ She tilts her head with a frown. ] There was this famous poet that lived here. Thomas Zane? He... actually wrote some of my favorite poems. He lived on Cauldron Lake with his girlfriend. She... drowned, apparently, in the lake. Then the cauldera erupted and took him out with his cabin. It happened in 1970.
[ Little does Jesse knka she is repeating what Barry Wheeler found a few days ago. What he reported to Alan when they went to visit Rose. ]
So... if the Dark Presence is behind all the weird things? You're just next, I guess. [ Another glance. ] Where were you staying when you showed up here?