[ Jesse stares him down evenly. She doesn't flinch, or lean away, or even curl up. She stands her ground in some sort of assures defiance. A sense of what she knows is right radiates off her. Even if he dragged her into this mess? She's apart of it.
« I won't run away. Not again. »
A roll of her eyes is given at his slight attitude. No wonder people say he's an asshole.
Her eyebrows come together as she looks down to the side. Stuckey didn't work with an older woman that she has ever seen. A frown pulls at her face. Then, a shake of her head.
« No. That's wrong. It's not how... is it the story? How can a story affect the memories of the person who wrote it? »
Polaris shifts.
Jesse looks back at him. ]
What did the woman look like? Did she ever give you a name?
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« I won't run away. Not again. »
A roll of her eyes is given at his slight attitude. No wonder people say he's an asshole.
Her eyebrows come together as she looks down to the side. Stuckey didn't work with an older woman that she has ever seen. A frown pulls at her face. Then, a shake of her head.
« No. That's wrong. It's not how... is it the story? How can a story affect the memories of the person who wrote it? »
Polaris shifts.
Jesse looks back at him. ]
What did the woman look like? Did she ever give you a name?