You could say it was another version. [ Steve smirks as if he's aware of a joke that Alan may not be clued in on yet. ] But, don't worry about it. All things in due time or something like that.
[ A nod is given to the door before he opens it. ] The Director.
[ Jesse Faden feels nervous. That's never a good sign in any loop, or version, or normality. She shouldn't be nervous. They've gotten this far into the loop. That means that things are progressing the way they should. However the manuscript has been edited works. Now, they just need to get past where they were at last time. Not that she remembers it entirely, but, she has that sinking feeling inside her. The one that sets off her instincts. The one that says it didn't end the way it should of because she failed someone.
Maybe Alan himself.
Her head raises as she hears the door open.
Steve escort Alan inside as planned and remove the black rock cuffs. A pat to the back is given before leaving. Jesse can't help but smile--at least with her eyes--at her right hand ranger. She has no idea how Steve has been able to keep memories of what is going on... but she's decided not to question it.
Her attention focuses entirely on Alan once he answers. The tone and words themselves cause her to pause. Fingers curl under the lip of the desk she's sitting on the edge of. She can feel how they press into the wood as he continues. Wanting to go back to sleep.
Who- who are you?
And, her heart sinks.
« I shouldn't be surprised. Why would he write it back in this time? I didn't ask or demand it. I let him decide, didn't I? Work with the story how he needed to make it work to end it. Maybe that's just inevitably something cut from the story. Served it's purpose or something like that. That page I have may not do any good now. Shit. Shit. » ]
Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. Faden.
[ There's no overly harsh tone in her voice, nothing so impersonal that she'd say she's entirely in business mode. Just enough space to allow whatever his reaction is going to be. She leans back, head tilted to the side slightly.
« He looks like shit. I don't mean just because of the obvious blood and dirt. He's in pain. It's obvious. Whatever I had planned isn't going to work or get through to him like this. I don't even have an idea what's causing the pain. It might not be my place to know this time. » ]
I imagine being in the cell next to the cult leaders made your headache worse. Take a seat. It's not really my office anyways. [ Jesse nods to the open couch that's still in the brighter light that comes from the ceiling. ] We can talk later. Once you're feeling better.
[ She knows Steve just brought him here on her request. That instinct kicks in and tells her anything she'd say or do at the moment would be pointless. Even showing him the manuscript page she has tucked away in her vest pocket wouldn't sink in. Jesse looks down for a brief second before standing up.
This time, she moves over to stand next to Alan. Her hands raise, but she doesn't make contact, easing him to sit on the couch in the light. Polaris may not even be able to help if he has no idea she's there. So, that means the best thing is to just let him absorb whatever he needs to from the light.
He is the Torchbearer and Champion of Light.
A few steps are taken back as she moves to the double doors. ]
I'll keep Sevestapol on watch outside for you. If you need anything? Let him know. We'll talk once you're feeling more like yourself.
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[ A nod is given to the door before he opens it. ] The Director.
[ Jesse Faden feels nervous. That's never a good sign in any loop, or version, or normality. She shouldn't be nervous. They've gotten this far into the loop. That means that things are progressing the way they should. However the manuscript has been edited works. Now, they just need to get past where they were at last time. Not that she remembers it entirely, but, she has that sinking feeling inside her. The one that sets off her instincts. The one that says it didn't end the way it should of because she failed someone.
Maybe Alan himself.
Her head raises as she hears the door open.
Steve escort Alan inside as planned and remove the black rock cuffs. A pat to the back is given before leaving. Jesse can't help but smile--at least with her eyes--at her right hand ranger. She has no idea how Steve has been able to keep memories of what is going on... but she's decided not to question it.
Her attention focuses entirely on Alan once he answers. The tone and words themselves cause her to pause. Fingers curl under the lip of the desk she's sitting on the edge of. She can feel how they press into the wood as he continues. Wanting to go back to sleep.
Who- who are you?
And, her heart sinks.
« I shouldn't be surprised. Why would he write it back in this time? I didn't ask or demand it. I let him decide, didn't I? Work with the story how he needed to make it work to end it. Maybe that's just inevitably something cut from the story. Served it's purpose or something like that. That page I have may not do any good now. Shit. Shit. » ]
Director of the Federal Bureau of Control. Faden.
[ There's no overly harsh tone in her voice, nothing so impersonal that she'd say she's entirely in business mode. Just enough space to allow whatever his reaction is going to be. She leans back, head tilted to the side slightly.
« He looks like shit. I don't mean just because of the obvious blood and dirt. He's in pain. It's obvious. Whatever I had planned isn't going to work or get through to him like this. I don't even have an idea what's causing the pain. It might not be my place to know this time. » ]
I imagine being in the cell next to the cult leaders made your headache worse. Take a seat. It's not really my office anyways. [ Jesse nods to the open couch that's still in the brighter light that comes from the ceiling. ] We can talk later. Once you're feeling better.
[ She knows Steve just brought him here on her request. That instinct kicks in and tells her anything she'd say or do at the moment would be pointless. Even showing him the manuscript page she has tucked away in her vest pocket wouldn't sink in. Jesse looks down for a brief second before standing up.
This time, she moves over to stand next to Alan. Her hands raise, but she doesn't make contact, easing him to sit on the couch in the light. Polaris may not even be able to help if he has no idea she's there. So, that means the best thing is to just let him absorb whatever he needs to from the light.
He is the Torchbearer and Champion of Light.
A few steps are taken back as she moves to the double doors. ]
I'll keep Sevestapol on watch outside for you. If you need anything? Let him know. We'll talk once you're feeling more like yourself.