[ If those are the terms and conditions, Alan hates them. He hates them almost as much as he hates the story. The story has done so much damage, and the way he sees it, it's only continuing to do damage. He can try to mitigate it, to try and shield as many people from it as he can, but it's too powerful. The darkness is too strong, and he's only one man. He's only one man who's running out of ways to fight it. Maybe this is the only way. The only choice he has left.
But that doesn't change the fact that he hates it. ]
I don't know about too weird. I wouldn't mind going back to some kind of normal, sometimes quiet life, but- it would be boring if there wasn't any weirdness at all. I could do without a horrifying, terrible story that's alive, though.
[ I could really do without that. Without all of this. But didn't this bring us together? I can't hate everything about this, when this is what helped me find her. ]
I don't feel like that, like I'm still that same person. I don't feel much of anything. Believing that all of that is true, that there really still is a person named Alan Wake is... it's hard.
[ It's hard to believe, but- Somehow, I still know that I'm not a character. That's not a made up name. I actually lived. ]
I lived. I talked to people. Made them angry sometimes. But I lived.
[ The darkness is still trying to pull Alan down, but he's fighting back in his own way, channeling some remnants of determination to try and push back. He might not have much left, but he at least has something.
When is a kiss not just a kiss? When it's something a desperate man is doing in an effort to stop himself from drowning. Except it's less of Alan trying to stop himself than it is him relying on someone else to help pull him out of the waves. He's tried doing it on his own, but that won't work anymore. Or maybe it will and he's just convinced himself that it won't. Maybe trusting others to help pull him out will only end in disaster, but it can't go any worse than it already has, right?
Suddenly, abruptly, Alan gasps, a strange momentum pulling him back from Jesse. There's a roaring sound inside his head, accompanied by a haze of gray clouds and a menacing face baring his teeth at him in a snarl. But just as suddenly, the face is gone, and a burst of blinding light seems to flood Alan's mind. In the center of the light is the woman with Jesse's face that he saw in his dream, and as before, her hands are outstretched to him.
Come home, Alan.
The light fades to a less blinding level, and suddenly, Alan feels himself sag against Jesse; not to the point that all of his weight is on her, but he's leaning against her a little more than he was just moments ago.
He's still looking at her, and maybe it's just a trick of the light, but strangely, inexplicably, his gray eyes seem to have become a few shades brighter. ]
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But that doesn't change the fact that he hates it. ]
I don't know about too weird. I wouldn't mind going back to some kind of normal, sometimes quiet life, but- it would be boring if there wasn't any weirdness at all. I could do without a horrifying, terrible story that's alive, though.
[ I could really do without that. Without all of this. But didn't this bring us together? I can't hate everything about this, when this is what helped me find her. ]
I don't feel like that, like I'm still that same person. I don't feel much of anything. Believing that all of that is true, that there really still is a person named Alan Wake is... it's hard.
[ It's hard to believe, but- Somehow, I still know that I'm not a character. That's not a made up name. I actually lived. ]
I lived. I talked to people. Made them angry sometimes. But I lived.
[ The darkness is still trying to pull Alan down, but he's fighting back in his own way, channeling some remnants of determination to try and push back. He might not have much left, but he at least has something.
When is a kiss not just a kiss? When it's something a desperate man is doing in an effort to stop himself from drowning. Except it's less of Alan trying to stop himself than it is him relying on someone else to help pull him out of the waves. He's tried doing it on his own, but that won't work anymore. Or maybe it will and he's just convinced himself that it won't. Maybe trusting others to help pull him out will only end in disaster, but it can't go any worse than it already has, right?
Suddenly, abruptly, Alan gasps, a strange momentum pulling him back from Jesse. There's a roaring sound inside his head, accompanied by a haze of gray clouds and a menacing face baring his teeth at him in a snarl. But just as suddenly, the face is gone, and a burst of blinding light seems to flood Alan's mind. In the center of the light is the woman with Jesse's face that he saw in his dream, and as before, her hands are outstretched to him.
Come home, Alan.
The light fades to a less blinding level, and suddenly, Alan feels himself sag against Jesse; not to the point that all of his weight is on her, but he's leaning against her a little more than he was just moments ago.
He's still looking at her, and maybe it's just a trick of the light, but strangely, inexplicably, his gray eyes seem to have become a few shades brighter. ]