[ Jesse absolutely knows not to trust or even believe Scratch. Even without Polaris, her internal instincts are setting off every alarm bell. He may sound and look like Alan, but he evey much isn't.
« Just some twisted reflection. Like the mirror me when the Hiss infected it. I've never thought he's Alan or could be in the place of him. It's some puppet of the Dark Presence--what it wants to turn Alan into. All the worst parts of him brought up into one ugly mess. Alan's an ass, but he's not anything like this monster. I know it.
Even if no one else does. »
She presses the palms of his hands down onto the flooring below them. It's familiar--an echo of something they've done before in another loop around. Her hands rest on top of his, head lowered, shoulders beginning to shake from the sheer weight Scratch is pressing down on her through the Hotline.
Not just the Hotline--the space around them.
« Come on, Alan. I know you can do it. »
Just as if he were holding a flashlight, the light above them focuses and narrows. The beam brights and intensifies. Jesse nor Polaris waste any time. The light in the room suddenly becomes near blinding as the guiding star resonates with the other force in the room. The sheer amount of power crossing through Jesse's hands can be felt, and the geometric light pattern seems to leave in between the light rays.
A roaring scream echoes through the Hotline and Alan's mind. Scratch cursing intermingled with it. A flash of light fills the entire morgue and causes the double to retreat for now. The Dark Presence flees the Sherrif's Station with the morning light casting over Bright Falls.
Jesse's whole body trembles from the sheer exertion of power that left her. Her hands squeeze his even as she slightly falls down to her side. Her breathing is uneven, and the wound on the side of her head still bleeding. Regardless of the small details Jesse opens her eyes and looks up at him. She smiles despite the obvious strain, exhaustion, and pain she's physically in. ]
...and you think we can do this without you? [ She raises her hand to his arm and gently swats at it. The motion is half-hearted and joking. Not that she has the energy to do more than that. ] Polaris... you do know she only resonates with a similar frequency... right? She can't--she can't push the Darkness away on her own. We need you to do it. So we can make you stronger.
[ Her eyes seem to light up at him. She loves him, obviously, but it's clear in that moment she's proud of him. ] Alan Wake, the Chamoion of Light.
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« Just some twisted reflection. Like the mirror me when the Hiss infected it. I've never thought he's Alan or could be in the place of him. It's some puppet of the Dark Presence--what it wants to turn Alan into. All the worst parts of him brought up into one ugly mess. Alan's an ass, but he's not anything like this monster. I know it.
Even if no one else does. »
She presses the palms of his hands down onto the flooring below them. It's familiar--an echo of something they've done before in another loop around. Her hands rest on top of his, head lowered, shoulders beginning to shake from the sheer weight Scratch is pressing down on her through the Hotline.
Not just the Hotline--the space around them.
« Come on, Alan. I know you can do it. »
Just as if he were holding a flashlight, the light above them focuses and narrows. The beam brights and intensifies. Jesse nor Polaris waste any time. The light in the room suddenly becomes near blinding as the guiding star resonates with the other force in the room. The sheer amount of power crossing through Jesse's hands can be felt, and the geometric light pattern seems to leave in between the light rays.
A roaring scream echoes through the Hotline and Alan's mind. Scratch cursing intermingled with it. A flash of light fills the entire morgue and causes the double to retreat for now. The Dark Presence flees the Sherrif's Station with the morning light casting over Bright Falls.
Jesse's whole body trembles from the sheer exertion of power that left her. Her hands squeeze his even as she slightly falls down to her side. Her breathing is uneven, and the wound on the side of her head still bleeding. Regardless of the small details Jesse opens her eyes and looks up at him. She smiles despite the obvious strain, exhaustion, and pain she's physically in. ]
...and you think we can do this without you? [ She raises her hand to his arm and gently swats at it. The motion is half-hearted and joking. Not that she has the energy to do more than that. ] Polaris... you do know she only resonates with a similar frequency... right? She can't--she can't push the Darkness away on her own. We need you to do it. So we can make you stronger.
[ Her eyes seem to light up at him. She loves him, obviously, but it's clear in that moment she's proud of him. ] Alan Wake, the Chamoion of Light.