[ Polaris can't free the Writer. It's not how the story goes. However, she can keep him company. Keep resonating with the spark of light in him to keep him awake. Give him company when it seems as if all lights have gone dark.

A hand stretches into the waters for him to hold. One he should know very well by now. One he should have memorized the shape and feel of with all the calloused and scars from battles on it. ]

｟ Alan Wake. ｠

[ Jesse, meanwhile, keeps her eyes even on Scratch. They follow his motion of tapping the side of his--Alan's--head.

« So, he does know everything. He just wants the pleasure of me saying it. Probably to taunt Alan with. » ]

Of course you accept it. You're an entity from another dimension. [ Jesse responds flatly and as if it should be the most obvious statement. ] You are a thing that the world doesn't accept as real. Something crawled out from behind the poster.

[ Her skin sprawls at even being called delicious. At least, in this context and it being said by Scratch. ]

I threw a piece of wood and glass into you. You didn't seem to love it then. [ Not to mention he killed her afterwards. Those details are hazy for her, but she remembers the key facts of that loop. It was the reason why Alan took them out of the story. ] And what about Polaris? You don't vibe with her as I recall. You can't have me and not have her.

Packaged deal.