[ In spite of his senses telling him that this is wrong, Alan just keeps going, letting every frustrated thought and feeling spill out of him, not realizing that what he's saying is echoing things that Jesse herself has experienced before. If he remembered her, he would know that. ]
I tried to warn the FBI agents about what was happening. Tried to explain how the story works, and how changing it isn't as simple as just writing down whatever you want. [ He glowers in frustration; not with her, but at the lack of willingness from people to listen. ]
I know it sounds insane. It all sounds like I'm making it up, lying for... for what? What would I even get from lying about this?
I've been missing for thirteen years, if I can believe what Anderson said. What would I gain from making up some giant lie? [ A lie about being in hell... a hell that feeds off my mind, my thoughts.. everything.
Alan's tone has changed, betraying his agitation and frustration at the situation. None of it is directed at Jesse specifically, and he's not even really looking at her while the words flow out of him. At least, not until she holds the gun out to him, and he takes it without much hesitation.
The brush of her hand against his stops him, makes him cut off his diatribe of hurt and frustration. Something nudges at his mind again, something trying to tell him to shut up and remember. Remember what? I don't understand. ]
When you say that, I almost believe you. But why? That's another thing I don't understand. I'm- [ He huffs out a humorless laugh. ] It's one more thing to make me sound insane, but I'm having these moments of feeling like I recognize this. It's familiar to me somehow. Not this specifically, this is different. But...
[ His gray eyes lock onto hers in return. ]
You. That agent who was waiting outside. Why do you feel familiar to me? [ His gaze shifts to the gun, and behind him to the flashlight. But right now, they're not important. Figuring out why his mind is telling him he should know things he doesn't is more important.
Is this in the story, and that's why I'm not remembering? Did I write this, but add in something about having weird flashes of familiarity? Did the story make me do this? ]
Wait. You called me Alan just now. Not Wake, not some pun about waking up or sleeping.
[ If he was in a better mood, he'd actually find those funny. But he's just staring at Jesse as that feeling of repetition, of familiarity, takes hold again. ]
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I tried to warn the FBI agents about what was happening. Tried to explain how the story works, and how changing it isn't as simple as just writing down whatever you want. [ He glowers in frustration; not with her, but at the lack of willingness from people to listen. ]
I know it sounds insane. It all sounds like I'm making it up, lying for... for what? What would I even get from lying about this?
I've been missing for thirteen years, if I can believe what Anderson said. What would I gain from making up some giant lie? [ A lie about being in hell... a hell that feeds off my mind, my thoughts.. everything.
Alan's tone has changed, betraying his agitation and frustration at the situation. None of it is directed at Jesse specifically, and he's not even really looking at her while the words flow out of him. At least, not until she holds the gun out to him, and he takes it without much hesitation.
The brush of her hand against his stops him, makes him cut off his diatribe of hurt and frustration. Something nudges at his mind again, something trying to tell him to shut up and remember. Remember what? I don't understand. ]
When you say that, I almost believe you. But why? That's another thing I don't understand. I'm- [ He huffs out a humorless laugh. ] It's one more thing to make me sound insane, but I'm having these moments of feeling like I recognize this. It's familiar to me somehow. Not this specifically, this is different. But...
[ His gray eyes lock onto hers in return. ]
You. That agent who was waiting outside. Why do you feel familiar to me? [ His gaze shifts to the gun, and behind him to the flashlight. But right now, they're not important. Figuring out why his mind is telling him he should know things he doesn't is more important.
Is this in the story, and that's why I'm not remembering? Did I write this, but add in something about having weird flashes of familiarity? Did the story make me do this? ]
Wait. You called me Alan just now. Not Wake, not some pun about waking up or sleeping.
[ If he was in a better mood, he'd actually find those funny. But he's just staring at Jesse as that feeling of repetition, of familiarity, takes hold again. ]