Didn't we go over this? I don't want power. I don't want the spotlight. You know what I want. Those things don't replace or are accepted in place of what that is. You're sure you're better than Alan? He could understand that at the very least. [ Jesse says the words lowly against his mouth as they break the kiss to breathe. Her eyes are locked onto his with that look of luring him to her. Hands leave his face to rest on his shirt and tug him closer. Polaris rings in her ears. Loudly. Threatening to make her nose bleed. ] Have you ever thought about what could happen if you worked with a complimentary entity instead of dominating it?

[ « Not that you two compliment each other in ANY way. I just need to see how far we can take this. How far Scratch will indulge in this before he catches onto everything. One shot. That's all we have with this. Justz keep trusting me. Okay? »

Polaris shifts but it's clear her best friend doesn't agree with the choice of action.

Jesse leans forward, placing her weight against him. Her mouth still close enough so her lips brush over his as she speaks. ]

I don't care about your power. Show me how much you love me. How much more you apparently do than Alan does.

[ « Fat chance with that one. »

Polaris' shimmer is once again around the hand gripping tightly. A waver of power waning as the Dark Presence continues to try and push against Polaris--push against Alan. Drown them both. ]

｟ Letting go is giving up. Drowning. The Writer will drown. Grow brighter. ｠