It's like the Dark Presence... but it's not like when the old woman was being used. Jagger. It's more ... clever. I guess? [ She frowns and debates telling him the truth. He might not react well. He might decide he has to leave her behind.
« Screw it. He'll probably find out somehow. » ]
It feels like it's trying to be you. It's not. It's nothing like you.
[ She lifts her head in order to look at him properly. He's aged a little. Bags under the eyes, and more scruff than she remembers him having. His hair is still short. She can look in his gray eyes and still see Alan Wake. He may doubt himself, but Jesse still sees the man who found determination despite the fear and uncertainty.
She really does love him.
A hand raises to his face and she rests the palm of her cheek against the skin. ]
You're Alan Wake... and whatever he is? Whatever it is? It just imitates you.
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« Screw it. He'll probably find out somehow. » ]
It feels like it's trying to be you. It's not. It's nothing like you.
[ She lifts her head in order to look at him properly. He's aged a little. Bags under the eyes, and more scruff than she remembers him having. His hair is still short. She can look in his gray eyes and still see Alan Wake. He may doubt himself, but Jesse still sees the man who found determination despite the fear and uncertainty.
She really does love him.
A hand raises to his face and she rests the palm of her cheek against the skin. ]
You're Alan Wake... and whatever he is? Whatever it is? It just imitates you.