[ Jesse remains silent as Alan continues to speak. Time, technology. Thirteen years. He'd see how it all changed once they left the station. Cars may still be the same as why change what is reliable, but Bright Falls has begun to change. Construction where the park used to be. Closed shops. Less residents but more visitors for Deerfest. People are older--well. The people he may remember from his last time in Bright Falls.
Nothing is said to his apology or the question of who wrote the page. He'll have an answer to it soon enough. Her gaze drops to the floor in front of her. Something in her doesn't want to see his face as he reads the page he gave her. The guilt of demanding he edit the story. The shame that she even pulled it out to force the story to change to her whims. She can remember him saying he thought it was worth the struggle as he had always wanted them back in the story. After Scratch got her the first time. That somehow still doesn't erase the guilt she feels. Especially as she hears how everyone regards him about being the "author" of the story.
He didn't even write it.
You asked me to change this, so I did. Isn't that right?
« It was a demand... or a plea. Something that caused him pain when I asked. Something that caused him more stress and agony than he needed. I... I don't regret that I wanted us back. Just, how I did it. It was emotional and pressing, but, I know the toll it took on him. Even if no one else knows or cares. I do. »
Her head tilts to the side slightly even with her eyes trained down. ]
Good. [ A flat tone, guarded, maybe a hint of fear. That he read it and still doesn't remember them. Her hands curl slightly more into the desk and she feels her fingers beginning to leave dents in the wood. Reminiscent of another loop. ] We took control of the station already. I mean. Polaris and I. The only weak spot is the morgue, again, because of the lack of light. Steve and Estevez are working on it. Casey is still MIA... and I don't know where Saga is. Though, I'm guessing she'll show up sooner rather than later.
[ She blinks a few times. Mentally trying to get herself up and going from the room. He at least trusts the page, so that's good enough for now. More than she can ask for. ]
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Nothing is said to his apology or the question of who wrote the page. He'll have an answer to it soon enough. Her gaze drops to the floor in front of her. Something in her doesn't want to see his face as he reads the page he gave her. The guilt of demanding he edit the story. The shame that she even pulled it out to force the story to change to her whims. She can remember him saying he thought it was worth the struggle as he had always wanted them back in the story. After Scratch got her the first time. That somehow still doesn't erase the guilt she feels. Especially as she hears how everyone regards him about being the "author" of the story.
He didn't even write it.
You asked me to change this, so I did. Isn't that right?
« It was a demand... or a plea. Something that caused him pain when I asked. Something that caused him more stress and agony than he needed. I... I don't regret that I wanted us back. Just, how I did it. It was emotional and pressing, but, I know the toll it took on him. Even if no one else knows or cares. I do. »
Her head tilts to the side slightly even with her eyes trained down. ]
Good. [ A flat tone, guarded, maybe a hint of fear. That he read it and still doesn't remember them. Her hands curl slightly more into the desk and she feels her fingers beginning to leave dents in the wood. Reminiscent of another loop. ] We took control of the station already. I mean. Polaris and I. The only weak spot is the morgue, again, because of the lack of light. Steve and Estevez are working on it. Casey is still MIA... and I don't know where Saga is. Though, I'm guessing she'll show up sooner rather than later.
[ She blinks a few times. Mentally trying to get herself up and going from the room. He at least trusts the page, so that's good enough for now. More than she can ask for. ]