None of us have the experience or knowledge you do fighting it. We have a handful of documents about the first time in 2010... and whatever the Lake House has been doing. We have the basics, but that doesn't come close to knowing how it works or thinks. That's how I see it as me AND the Director. [ She gently presses her forehead to his. ] You're not useless, Alan. No one else can change the story because we're not artists. You're the Champion of Light. None of us are.
[ The soft expression remains even as he insists he can't ask her more. That's not the reality of the situation.
« I'm the Director. If someone can't do it, then, I need to make it happen. I don't want to fight this alone... but maybe I have to. We have to. Just like with the Hiss. You're still in this with me, right? »
Polaris shimmers around her.
« Good... thank you. »
A small smirk tugs at her face at his declaration. It sounds more like himself. The Alan Wake she met the first loop, not the one being carved out. She knows he's exhausted and almost out of the fight. It's why she brushes her fingers along his beard again.
« Just a little more, Alan. I think... it feels like this could be the last one. » ]
You haven't really seen me fight, have you? You better keep an eye on me. I don't do repeat performances. [ A playful look is given to him. ] Unless you wanted a private look at it.
[ The door opens and Steve pokes his head in. He glances at the two and gives a nod. ] They found Casey, Boss. He's down at the morgue getting evaluated. Still no word on Anderson. We good to go in here?
Yeah. Alan will just need a gun. Maybe a few.
I got some. I'm on babysitting duty anyways. Hey, Wake. Any preferences on weapons?
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[ The soft expression remains even as he insists he can't ask her more. That's not the reality of the situation.
« I'm the Director. If someone can't do it, then, I need to make it happen. I don't want to fight this alone... but maybe I have to. We have to. Just like with the Hiss. You're still in this with me, right? »
Polaris shimmers around her.
« Good... thank you. »
A small smirk tugs at her face at his declaration. It sounds more like himself. The Alan Wake she met the first loop, not the one being carved out. She knows he's exhausted and almost out of the fight. It's why she brushes her fingers along his beard again.
« Just a little more, Alan. I think... it feels like this could be the last one. » ]
You haven't really seen me fight, have you? You better keep an eye on me. I don't do repeat performances. [ A playful look is given to him. ] Unless you wanted a private look at it.
[ The door opens and Steve pokes his head in. He glances at the two and gives a nod. ] They found Casey, Boss. He's down at the morgue getting evaluated. Still no word on Anderson. We good to go in here?
Yeah. Alan will just need a gun. Maybe a few.
I got some. I'm on babysitting duty anyways. Hey, Wake. Any preferences on weapons?