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ᴊᴇssᴇ ғᴀᴅᴇɴ | ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ. ([personal profile] outlierdirector) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2024-02-24 10:05 am (UTC)

You're not selling it well. [ Jesse remains unconvinced. Of course, due to ego, he's making the presumptions and assumptions. She's an outlier. Trapped as much as everyone else in the story, but, a bit more freedom to move and see things. That includes Scratch. ] I don't need money. Or a rich home in any upstate place. Or fame.

[ « Time to test how much he really knows me. Which, probably, is not at all. Just conjectures Alan made of me. Probably. »

Her eyes narrow slightly. Yes, how much does he care?

His next statement makes her blood run cold. Thankfully, she can hide it perfectly. Scratch isn't Alan. He hasn't broken through her walls to see the emotions she's feeling.

« Polaris. Please. You have to tell Steve NOW. They need to leave. RIGHT NOW! »

Instead, she scoffs and pulls her hand back. Jesse lowers her head and starts to force herself up. Her body protests, her head beats in agony, and everything in her screams to stop moving. It hurts.

« Everything hurts. Every part. Not just the physical either. It hurts so damn much. »

Outside, Steve feels a familiar brush on his mind. He crosses the few steps over to Estevez and Casey, grabbing Saga by the arm. He tells them to get in the truck the FBC brought and go. They don't have time for questions or to screw around. He'll take the bed of the truck with his weapon and cover them while Saga drives. Estevez is wounded but can provide directions, and Casey can just shut the hell up.

They need to move the Clicker. ]


That doesn't sound anything like proving it to me. [ There's a tremble in her voice from the physical pain, but also, the way her heart sinks. She can channel it. Use it. Make it make her point as if she really is talking to Alan. It'll sell it. Hopefully. ] That sounds like what you really want and trying to convince me it's something else.

[ Jesse raises her head again to stare evenly into his murky eyes. An unidenfitable emotion is there in her own gaze. ]

Aren't you the better Alan? The one who wouldn't make the same screw ups? The one who is oh so perfect? [ She frowns and narrows her eyes slightly. ] Because, all I'm hearing is you're going to run for the thing that really matters most. That isn't me.

[ Her hands curl as she forces herself up on them and her knees. ]

You're going to leave me behind. Here. By myself.

Just like Alan does.

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