[ He watches her moving, not really pacing, but walking, first one way then another. He can tell that she's listening, and that's what matters most to him. She's listening, and she seems to be taking what he's saying seriously. That's a step in the right direction. But he could talk for a million years and never really find the tip of the iceberg that is the Dark Presence. It's shifting and changing and unpredictable, but all he can do is give warnings. ]
That depends on how you define "actually knowing". There are people who know of it, who have seen what it's done: the people who live in Bright Falls, for one thing. Maybe they don't know exactly what it is they've seen, but weird things have been happening there for years.
[ His gaze shifts as does his expression when he feels her gaze land on him, beginning to observe him. He crosses his arms in front of him as if the examination unsettles him on some level. What she's looking at and what she's seeing when she looks at him, he can't be sure, but he still finds the act of observing him a little unsettling even if she doesn't present an unsettling figure. Still, he knows better than to underestimate someone. ]
Elizabeth. All right. [ His eyes narrow slightly at her next words, and he can't stop himself from inquiring more. ] You don't? So what are you, then? Some kind of clairvoyant?
[ She tells him to look up, and almost automatically, he does as asked. He startles slightly when his senses catch up with him and he's sitting at the desk, hands poised over the typewriter. At first, the scene looks the same as it always does. Everything's in place, and he's in his place, and- wait.
What the hell? How- Huh? Is she another parautilitarian like Jesse? How did she get in here? ]
Yeah, that's right, I've done all of that, because that's the nature of this place and how it responds to art, but... How do you know that?
[ She continues talking, and then she asks that question, and something in Alan's jaw seems to tighten as he responds. ]
The Dark Presence's antithesis? [ He's shaking his head already. ] I know someone who... represents light. Or at least, a positive resonance. It's not safe for people here. It's not even safe for not people.
[ That sounds ridiculous as soon as he says it, but he can't call it back. ]
Look, I don't think that would help even if I tried doing it. There's too much darkness everywhere here. I'd have to have a hundred floodlights, and even that wouldn't be enough.
[ Not that he's tried that, but he just thinks it's impossible. ]
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That depends on how you define "actually knowing". There are people who know of it, who have seen what it's done: the people who live in Bright Falls, for one thing. Maybe they don't know exactly what it is they've seen, but weird things have been happening there for years.
[ His gaze shifts as does his expression when he feels her gaze land on him, beginning to observe him. He crosses his arms in front of him as if the examination unsettles him on some level. What she's looking at and what she's seeing when she looks at him, he can't be sure, but he still finds the act of observing him a little unsettling even if she doesn't present an unsettling figure. Still, he knows better than to underestimate someone. ]
Elizabeth. All right. [ His eyes narrow slightly at her next words, and he can't stop himself from inquiring more. ] You don't? So what are you, then? Some kind of clairvoyant?
[ She tells him to look up, and almost automatically, he does as asked. He startles slightly when his senses catch up with him and he's sitting at the desk, hands poised over the typewriter. At first, the scene looks the same as it always does. Everything's in place, and he's in his place, and- wait.
What the hell? How- Huh? Is she another parautilitarian like Jesse? How did she get in here? ]
Yeah, that's right, I've done all of that, because that's the nature of this place and how it responds to art, but... How do you know that?
[ She continues talking, and then she asks that question, and something in Alan's jaw seems to tighten as he responds. ]
The Dark Presence's antithesis? [ He's shaking his head already. ] I know someone who... represents light. Or at least, a positive resonance. It's not safe for people here. It's not even safe for not people.
[ That sounds ridiculous as soon as he says it, but he can't call it back. ]
Look, I don't think that would help even if I tried doing it. There's too much darkness everywhere here. I'd have to have a hundred floodlights, and even that wouldn't be enough.
[ Not that he's tried that, but he just thinks it's impossible. ]