[ Jesse falls silent as he speaks. She can hear the agitation in his voice, the frustration. Desperation. He's trying to grab at anything to be able to control something around him--anything. He's being denied it again and again. All it's doing is making him be cornered more and more.
Lashing out to get people to trust him and listen.
She already does but he doesn't realize it because he doesn't remember her.
« It's not supposed to go this way. We're not supposed to argue. I know reunions are never how I imagine; how I want them to be. But, this isn't helpful to either of us. »
Her fingers curl to the point the wood underneath them splints. It can be heard faintly.
This part feels familiar. A different time. Being hurt, scared, trying to reach him. She's not desperate now like like was then.
She reaches behind her and pulls a standard pistol back from her waistband. It was the gun she was going to give him anyways. She has the Service Gun. There's no need for another firearm. Her hand curls around it before holding it out to him.
The moment he puts his hand on it, she uses it to pull him closer. Not intimately close, but enough so she can lower her voice. ]
Yes. I know what it's like. [ Her green eyes stare into his gray ones in hopes he can remember without her needing to give him the manuscript. ] The Cult attacked you and Agent Casey. They found you in the woods. Casey is still MIA.
[ « I don't want to argue. We don't have time. I want him to remember. » ]
Alan. We don't have the time to fight. [ Jesse frowns slightly. It's almost too hard to be just the Director around him. ] There's a flashlight behind you if you need it with the gun. In case we're attacked tonight.
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Lashing out to get people to trust him and listen.
She already does but he doesn't realize it because he doesn't remember her.
« It's not supposed to go this way. We're not supposed to argue. I know reunions are never how I imagine; how I want them to be. But, this isn't helpful to either of us. »
Her fingers curl to the point the wood underneath them splints. It can be heard faintly.
This part feels familiar. A different time. Being hurt, scared, trying to reach him. She's not desperate now like like was then.
She reaches behind her and pulls a standard pistol back from her waistband. It was the gun she was going to give him anyways. She has the Service Gun. There's no need for another firearm. Her hand curls around it before holding it out to him.
The moment he puts his hand on it, she uses it to pull him closer. Not intimately close, but enough so she can lower her voice. ]
Yes. I know what it's like. [ Her green eyes stare into his gray ones in hopes he can remember without her needing to give him the manuscript. ] The Cult attacked you and Agent Casey. They found you in the woods. Casey is still MIA.
[ « I don't want to argue. We don't have time. I want him to remember. » ]
Alan. We don't have the time to fight. [ Jesse frowns slightly. It's almost too hard to be just the Director around him. ] There's a flashlight behind you if you need it with the gun. In case we're attacked tonight.