[ She may have let some of her walls down in becoming Director. Learning how to trust others around her. Believe what they said. Know that what they say and what they do adds up. It was the only reason she could trust Alan at the start--and the excitement of meeting another parautalitarian. Even then, she kept a reasonable distance, until it was obvious they gravitated too much to one another. Then, if all fell into place.
That's part of why she feels an uncomfortable shiver crawl up her spine as his finger trails down her hand. He has Alan's voice, his body, and can have the same mannerisms (if twisted slightly). He's still not Alan. It doesn't matter what words or actions he says. He'll never be Alan, nor will he replace him. It's obvious to her the difference between the Champion of Light and the Herald of Darkness.
Though, she can see why someone else would hesitate and think they're the same person. Scratch can mimic Alan down to the last second. He also seems to know things only Alan should know.
A wordsmith. It's something she's called Alan in their more private times. The ability of say the right thing at the right time to cause all her walls to fold.
« I really doubt Scratch could do that. »
Her eyebrows raise in a form of disbelief that shows she truly doesn't believe a word he says. Even if he does his best to sound like the man she loves. ]
So, you write one manuscript and you're a wordsmith? It took Alan writing short stories and a TV show to become that. [ Jesse knows it will be seen as something of a strike to the ego. Scratch hates being compared to the person he wants to be. But, she phrases it in a way that hopefully makes the doppleganger feel he can puff that ego.
« Maybe it's something he thinks he's better at. That he could write a novel when Alan couldn't. Or, thought he couldn't. » ] I doubt you know the right words. You were busy making me an example to Alan, not getting to know me.
[ Her eyes narrow. Oh, she very much doesn't believe anything he says. He probably can't stand Polaris and couldn't stand her to really be in whatever he thinks a relationship is. Polaris certainly can't stand the Dark Presence that oozes off him. ]
Really? You expect me to believe you just fell in love with me? What, over time? Between the murder sessions. I don't think you actually care about me. There's someone you want to hurt and I'm the easiest way to do that.
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[ She may have let some of her walls down in becoming Director. Learning how to trust others around her. Believe what they said. Know that what they say and what they do adds up. It was the only reason she could trust Alan at the start--and the excitement of meeting another parautalitarian. Even then, she kept a reasonable distance, until it was obvious they gravitated too much to one another. Then, if all fell into place.
That's part of why she feels an uncomfortable shiver crawl up her spine as his finger trails down her hand. He has Alan's voice, his body, and can have the same mannerisms (if twisted slightly). He's still not Alan. It doesn't matter what words or actions he says. He'll never be Alan, nor will he replace him. It's obvious to her the difference between the Champion of Light and the Herald of Darkness.
Though, she can see why someone else would hesitate and think they're the same person. Scratch can mimic Alan down to the last second. He also seems to know things only Alan should know.
A wordsmith. It's something she's called Alan in their more private times. The ability of say the right thing at the right time to cause all her walls to fold.
« I really doubt Scratch could do that. »
Her eyebrows raise in a form of disbelief that shows she truly doesn't believe a word he says. Even if he does his best to sound like the man she loves. ]
So, you write one manuscript and you're a wordsmith? It took Alan writing short stories and a TV show to become that. [ Jesse knows it will be seen as something of a strike to the ego. Scratch hates being compared to the person he wants to be. But, she phrases it in a way that hopefully makes the doppleganger feel he can puff that ego.
« Maybe it's something he thinks he's better at. That he could write a novel when Alan couldn't. Or, thought he couldn't. » ] I doubt you know the right words. You were busy making me an example to Alan, not getting to know me.
[ Her eyes narrow. Oh, she very much doesn't believe anything he says. He probably can't stand Polaris and couldn't stand her to really be in whatever he thinks a relationship is. Polaris certainly can't stand the Dark Presence that oozes off him. ]
Really? You expect me to believe you just fell in love with me? What, over time? Between the murder sessions. I don't think you actually care about me. There's someone you want to hurt and I'm the easiest way to do that.
That's not loving someone. Let alone loving me.