[ Rather than resigned, Jesse sees it as terms and conditions. If she is to make the story bend to her will and what she wants? She has to give up something in return. She can take on injuries--she had plenty of scrapes and bruises in the Hiss Invasion. The story has probably done almost every injury imaginable to her already--even if neither of them remember all of the times around. It might be a countless amount of times as well. Who really knows how many times they have been around. All she can hope is that this will be the last time.
His small smile is mirrored by hers. ]
The world would definitely be weirder. [ Her forehead presses to his more. ] Maybe too weird.
[ She gently supports his weight as she had in the Writer's Room. The memories are faint for her, but she knows she went there and that they pulled him from the mental depths of the Dark Place. It seems the hold has to have it's claws in him in order for the story to progress.
« He won't ever be really free of it until this story is over. » ]
It's wrong. [ A slight shake of her head. ] You lived here, in this reality. Not a dream reality. You and Alice lived in New York City. You were a successful writer, a celebrity, and existed here. Even if you don't feel like the same person? You are. You're Alan Wake.
[ She knows when he's talking to only things he knows and can see--visions of the Dark Presence and it's minions--and when he's talking to her. She stays quiet as he battles the darkness in his mind. Whether that darkness is the story or things the Dark Presence has done to him is irrelevant to her. It's a darkness that Alan has to beat on his own. She can aid him and show him the way, be that guiding star, but he has to pick. He has to make it happen.
All he needs is the encouragement and support.
His hand lands on her elbow and her smile widens.
No hesitation is given to kiss him back. She pulls him closer, leaning back slightly. The kiss isn't meant to be pretty or entirely romantic. Instead, she answers that need and hunger with her own. Trying to pull him home; wake up those memories lost in the fog of his mind. Hidden by the story. They've kissed like this before--and more.
Polaris resonates louder, attempting to reach the Champion of Light. ]
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His small smile is mirrored by hers. ]
The world would definitely be weirder. [ Her forehead presses to his more. ] Maybe too weird.
[ She gently supports his weight as she had in the Writer's Room. The memories are faint for her, but she knows she went there and that they pulled him from the mental depths of the Dark Place. It seems the hold has to have it's claws in him in order for the story to progress.
« He won't ever be really free of it until this story is over. » ]
It's wrong. [ A slight shake of her head. ] You lived here, in this reality. Not a dream reality. You and Alice lived in New York City. You were a successful writer, a celebrity, and existed here. Even if you don't feel like the same person? You are. You're Alan Wake.
[ She knows when he's talking to only things he knows and can see--visions of the Dark Presence and it's minions--and when he's talking to her. She stays quiet as he battles the darkness in his mind. Whether that darkness is the story or things the Dark Presence has done to him is irrelevant to her. It's a darkness that Alan has to beat on his own. She can aid him and show him the way, be that guiding star, but he has to pick. He has to make it happen.
All he needs is the encouragement and support.
His hand lands on her elbow and her smile widens.
No hesitation is given to kiss him back. She pulls him closer, leaning back slightly. The kiss isn't meant to be pretty or entirely romantic. Instead, she answers that need and hunger with her own. Trying to pull him home; wake up those memories lost in the fog of his mind. Hidden by the story. They've kissed like this before--and more.
Polaris resonates louder, attempting to reach the Champion of Light. ]