[ The longer he speaks, the more it becomes apparent to her that this isn't Alan coming home. It's some sort of in between moment. She wants to deny it and believe he's finally home. Isn't two years long enough? How much longer would it take him? She's spent ten years trying to find her baby brother. A decade.
« ... will I need to wait ten years for Alan to come home? WHY? What's so wrong that he can't come back? He's been fighting for two years, hasn't he? That's not enough?!
... I wish you'd answer me. Tell me why all of this is happening. What did I do wrong? Why did you go away too? »
Jesse practically falls against him. Her knees give out and she keeps her face pressed into his chest. Everyone's gone. Dylan. Alan. Polaris. When whatever this is ends? She'll be alone again in Arizona, drifting from whatever park bench to park bench she can find. ]
They wouldn't let me stay. [ Her voice is almost too quiet, trying desperately to keep it all together. Keep the walls up and things out. Protected. ] The Breakers. They made me leave. The Sheriff's dad--he, he worked with the people that took Dylan. He retired, I guess, but he wouldn't let me stay. He said they couldn't have the chance to take me in.
[ Frank Breaker knew that the Bureau was looking for someone named "Prime Candiate 7." He knew the moment he looked at Jesse it was her. Maybe he could sense Polaris, or maybe he recognized the look on the face of the young woman as someone who had seen too many outside realities bleeding into theirs. He gave her a few hundred dollars, arranged a bus ticket, and insisted she be on her way. He made it clear she couldn't come back to Bright Falls.
Jesse closes her eyes as she feels her shoulders fall. She already knows she's screwed up inside. Broken. She does feel crazy. They all say Ordinary happened. Now they all insist Alan's dead. What else could someone be after missing for two years? ]
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« ... will I need to wait ten years for Alan to come home? WHY? What's so wrong that he can't come back? He's been fighting for two years, hasn't he? That's not enough?!
... I wish you'd answer me. Tell me why all of this is happening. What did I do wrong? Why did you go away too? »
Jesse practically falls against him. Her knees give out and she keeps her face pressed into his chest. Everyone's gone. Dylan. Alan. Polaris. When whatever this is ends? She'll be alone again in Arizona, drifting from whatever park bench to park bench she can find. ]
They wouldn't let me stay. [ Her voice is almost too quiet, trying desperately to keep it all together. Keep the walls up and things out. Protected. ] The Breakers. They made me leave. The Sheriff's dad--he, he worked with the people that took Dylan. He retired, I guess, but he wouldn't let me stay. He said they couldn't have the chance to take me in.
[ Frank Breaker knew that the Bureau was looking for someone named "Prime Candiate 7." He knew the moment he looked at Jesse it was her. Maybe he could sense Polaris, or maybe he recognized the look on the face of the young woman as someone who had seen too many outside realities bleeding into theirs. He gave her a few hundred dollars, arranged a bus ticket, and insisted she be on her way. He made it clear she couldn't come back to Bright Falls.
Jesse closes her eyes as she feels her shoulders fall. She already knows she's screwed up inside. Broken. She does feel crazy. They all say Ordinary happened. Now they all insist Alan's dead. What else could someone be after missing for two years? ]