It's not taken you, Alan. It stole parts but you're still here. I know it's hard to see... maybe even feel. But, you're a person. Not a part of the Dark Place. It will want you to think it so you stop trying to come home.
[ She frowns slightly. ] There's always a place for you. People are still talking about your disappearance, your books, they even made them into movies. You belong here. Not the Dark Place.
[ A nod. That's not the Polaris she means, but the namesake. The story has tried to remove everything he's ever known about her or her guide. Another smaller realization dawns on her as to why it was so hard to make the story include them. Her guilt stabs her heart.
She can't demand anything from him again.
Her hands grasp onto his arms and try to pull him to the surface once again. Not only to the surface, but onto a dock or a piece of land, whatever it is she is standing on. Her feet sink slightly at the sheer force she needs to exhort to pull him. That's why pulling will only do so much; she needs him to push himself that last bit.
Polaris is only as strong as those things that amplify her are. Jesse is her living source in this reality, but, if there is nothing to build from it all turns into just small waves. She equates to a background energy that exists peacefully with beings that she can harmonize with.
If the Light that bright in Alan's mind? Then it means he far stronger than he ever gives himself credit for. Polaris amplifies that spark to nourish it to be a full light again, but she can only make what's already there louder. Alan just has to realize it.
Jesse stares at him for a moment. Her lip starts to tremble before she bites down on it. Her gaze drops as her head lowers. Hands come to rest on his shoulders to steady him and also give her something to grasp onto for a moment. Her arms shake as she tries to keep herself together. ]
I... I didn't know if it would work. [ A small voice trembling with emotion. ] That Polaris and I could bend the story to... or if you could hear us through the story... [ Her voice breaks and her fingers curl in his bloodied flannel shirt. ] This page--it--us--wasn't in this loop. I didn't know if you'd want...
[ A small broken laugh comes from her as she tries not to break down in tears. ] You're home.
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[ She frowns slightly. ] There's always a place for you. People are still talking about your disappearance, your books, they even made them into movies. You belong here. Not the Dark Place.
[ A nod. That's not the Polaris she means, but the namesake. The story has tried to remove everything he's ever known about her or her guide. Another smaller realization dawns on her as to why it was so hard to make the story include them. Her guilt stabs her heart.
She can't demand anything from him again.
Her hands grasp onto his arms and try to pull him to the surface once again. Not only to the surface, but onto a dock or a piece of land, whatever it is she is standing on. Her feet sink slightly at the sheer force she needs to exhort to pull him. That's why pulling will only do so much; she needs him to push himself that last bit.
Polaris is only as strong as those things that amplify her are. Jesse is her living source in this reality, but, if there is nothing to build from it all turns into just small waves. She equates to a background energy that exists peacefully with beings that she can harmonize with.
If the Light that bright in Alan's mind? Then it means he far stronger than he ever gives himself credit for. Polaris amplifies that spark to nourish it to be a full light again, but she can only make what's already there louder. Alan just has to realize it.
Jesse stares at him for a moment. Her lip starts to tremble before she bites down on it. Her gaze drops as her head lowers. Hands come to rest on his shoulders to steady him and also give her something to grasp onto for a moment. Her arms shake as she tries to keep herself together. ]
I... I didn't know if it would work. [ A small voice trembling with emotion. ] That Polaris and I could bend the story to... or if you could hear us through the story... [ Her voice breaks and her fingers curl in his bloodied flannel shirt. ] This page--it--us--wasn't in this loop. I didn't know if you'd want...
[ A small broken laugh comes from her as she tries not to break down in tears. ] You're home.