[ At least for now, Alan has managed to break through, but Scratch still is in control and won't allow Alan to talk for long. Eventually, the writer's strength will fade again and he'll be drowned out by dark water and darkness itself. But for now, he's desperately reaching out for Polaris, for Jesse, because he needs to say something. Something important.
All he knows is that Alice isn't his only driving force. She was in the beginning, the person who motivated him to keep moving forward. But now... now he draws motivation and strength from another person too: Jesse Faden, the director who was made for this. Made for being Director, but also made for so much more. She may not be an artist, but she's the one who's made Alan feel safe and loved but also strong enough to try and fight for himself and for her when he needs to. Alice was his world, but his world has grown bigger now. Jesse's part of that world, and even though maybe Alice passed the proverbial torch to Jesse, he'll always need both of them to keep him going.
Alan's hands reach out despite Scratch's disapproval and dislike.
She shouldn't move. I know it's bad, and Scratch could hurt her if the switch flips. It might flip now because of me. But she needs to rest at least a little bit. When- when I'm gone again, she might have to run. She'll need to have the strength to do that.
Instead of asking for help like he initially thought he would, his only concern is for Jesse and her safety.
It's because of me that she's in this position. I have to do something before Scratch takes over again. Jesse, can you- Dammit, I don't know what she should do in this situation. I can hardly think over the sound of the waves. All I know is, Scratch can't be in control forever. He can't have the Clicker. He can't have my life. Polaris, if you can hear me, you have to keep Jesse safe. I can't help right now, even though I want to.
His gaze turns downwards and he sees what looks like water splashing up against his legs. He's going to be pulled down again and the connection with Polaris will be severed.
I don't know how to end this, how to get rid of Scratch.
Alan's expression, controlled by Scratch, changes then; it changes into something uglier, something almost mocking.
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All he knows is that Alice isn't his only driving force. She was in the beginning, the person who motivated him to keep moving forward. But now... now he draws motivation and strength from another person too: Jesse Faden, the director who was made for this. Made for being Director, but also made for so much more. She may not be an artist, but she's the one who's made Alan feel safe and loved but also strong enough to try and fight for himself and for her when he needs to. Alice was his world, but his world has grown bigger now. Jesse's part of that world, and even though maybe Alice passed the proverbial torch to Jesse, he'll always need both of them to keep him going.
Alan's hands reach out despite Scratch's disapproval and dislike.
She shouldn't move. I know it's bad, and Scratch could hurt her if the switch flips. It might flip now because of me. But she needs to rest at least a little bit. When- when I'm gone again, she might have to run. She'll need to have the strength to do that.
Instead of asking for help like he initially thought he would, his only concern is for Jesse and her safety.
It's because of me that she's in this position. I have to do something before Scratch takes over again. Jesse, can you- Dammit, I don't know what she should do in this situation. I can hardly think over the sound of the waves. All I know is, Scratch can't be in control forever. He can't have the Clicker. He can't have my life. Polaris, if you can hear me, you have to keep Jesse safe. I can't help right now, even though I want to.
His gaze turns downwards and he sees what looks like water splashing up against his legs. He's going to be pulled down again and the connection with Polaris will be severed.
I don't know how to end this, how to get rid of Scratch.
Alan's expression, controlled by Scratch, changes then; it changes into something uglier, something almost mocking.
T́͐̐̿͠s̛̏̒k͐͌̈́̕ t̛̆͒͐s͐̓̈́̇̕̚k̐͗̓̒͡,̇̋̚͞ w҇̾̾h̃̿̍͆̓̕a̛̐͌͌́̄t̎̃͊̑̌͠ ã͂͒͂̄͠ s͋̈́͐̓̕i̓̚͠ĺ̛̐́͗̈́l̛̀̓̏̈́y̔̅̽̕ ẅ́́̄͝r̒͒͞i͌̌̏̋̽̕t҇̆̒̒̌̈é̍͝r̛̍͂̈́͆̚.̀͊̄̈́̕ Y̛̎̽̀̌ơ͗̉͗̊͂ư͆͊'̉̈́̀̉͠l̊̀̄̊̕l̓͋́͡ ṅ̈̎̕ẻ̛̽͛̃v҇̔́è̐̆͡r͛̃͝ b̾͑̿̐͝e͋̍̈́͝ r͋̑̀̂́͡i͊̔̍̉̕d̉͌͡ o̍̎͝f̛̃̀̓ m̄͋̌͞e҇̀̔̀̓,̛̂̓̓ b̄̔̅͗͡ư͌̊̄t͑́̔̈͋͝ ó̏͠n҇̾̀͛̋ȇ̈́̂͡ d̍̀̄̋͡a͑̃̎̉͠y҇͐͐͗,͊̓̒͆͡ w̋̏̑̆̄͡e҇̀͂'҇̋̎̆l̛̍̐̿̽̊l̿͌͝ a̾̅͞l͗͊̊͡l̈́̆͡ b̄̿̓̾̚͝e̛͗̅ r͋̂̄̎̏͞i̋̾̉̀͝d́̔̄̍̐͝ ō̽̕f͐́͐͞ Y͗̅͒͆̈͠Õ̿̇̄͡U͑̑̕.͐̑̎͝ ]