[ She almost tells him that she had met another version of him. An Alan Wake further back on the path but going in the same direction with an addition: her. One that might be able to avoid everything they've gone through. The words nearly leave about the messages she's sent and the times Scratch has stopped her, and somehow it routed to that younger Alan. Something holds her back at the last second from it though. Polaris, maybe. Her intuition. Or, just the innate sense that Alan can't handle the idea.
Fingers gently brush down his wet hair. The familiar flannel feels like home, and she nearly collapses against him. Except, that can't happen, because she can see Alan is a wreck. He needs her as the Director... and as Jesse. Not the mess of a woman from Ordinary who struggles with expressing how she feels. ]
We can work on trying to break this loop. Make this the final time. [ Her eyes shut tightly as the words from Alice Wake claw at the back of her mind. ] Then, we can get you home.
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Fingers gently brush down his wet hair. The familiar flannel feels like home, and she nearly collapses against him. Except, that can't happen, because she can see Alan is a wreck. He needs her as the Director... and as Jesse. Not the mess of a woman from Ordinary who struggles with expressing how she feels. ]
We can work on trying to break this loop. Make this the final time. [ Her eyes shut tightly as the words from Alice Wake claw at the back of her mind. ] Then, we can get you home.