Yeah... I think as long as it's a light source, she can use it. Somehow. I- Why do I feel like this is something I should remember? There's holes in my memory again, Tim. But I remember you, and I remember Polaris, her guide.
[ Why am I forgetting things again? ]
She... she reached out to me once. I think she wasn't in the Dark Place either then. No, I know she wasn't, but she still managed to use Polaris to reach me. It's so stupid, so asinine sounding, but... I want to see her, just not here. Not in the Dark Place, not wherever this is. And you- you shouldn't be here either. You should be back home, once you've figured everything out. You should get to live, not be stuck in a dimension that's not ours.
[ Suddenly Alan's looking at Tim like he's never seen him before. How have I never asked him this before? Or have I, and I just forgot? ] Tim, what do you want to do with yourself? Do you want to settle down and get married? Have kids one day?
[ He finds himself momentarily distracted by Polaris's shimmer and his gaze travels over to the black pyramid, and the circle with arrays. It feels familiar but he can't really place it either. The men in the military garb give him a moment's pause, but where his mind might have once conjured up a terrifying image, the men in uniform remain just that. They don't point their guns at Alan, they don't come flying at him like a pair of deer heads once did... They just keep doing what they're doing, and Alan lets out an exhale of breath he didn't realize he was holding in.
Tim pats his back and he visibly relaxes as he follows the other man down the stairs. At first, he just lets Tim and the man at the table do the talking. That is, until the man addresses him. ]
So I really did leave. Or something. I don't remember it, but I guess that's normal. Maybe that's a good thing, not that me forgetting things has ever been good.
[ He silences again as Tim and the man exchange more words. It gives Alan a moment to try and regroup. He rejoins the conversation when the man addresses him once more and hands him a file, which he takes with only the barest amount of hesitation. ]
Notes to myself... [ Alan appears to zone out for no more than a few seconds, and then he starts speaking. Reciting, in a way. ]
You must know where you've been to know where you're going. I trust what I read on these pages. I wrote them for a reason. My notes to myself. The only way to make progress.
[ But unlike before when he used to recite lines he said in a hotline call so long ago now, he doesn't spiral out. He's just remembering what he said and revisiting it. He opens the folder and the first thing his eyes lock onto is a name: Jesse Faden.
He looks back at the man at the table, and then over at Tim, before turning back to the page. It's a note to himself, but all it contains is Jesse's name, printed on it in neat rows: a contrast to another time when he scribbled her name onto every blank space he could find. ]
Tim. I think- I think Jesse's here. [ At least, that's what he hopes this page means. ]
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[ Why am I forgetting things again? ]
She... she reached out to me once. I think she wasn't in the Dark Place either then. No, I know she wasn't, but she still managed to use Polaris to reach me. It's so stupid, so asinine sounding, but... I want to see her, just not here. Not in the Dark Place, not wherever this is. And you- you shouldn't be here either. You should be back home, once you've figured everything out. You should get to live, not be stuck in a dimension that's not ours.
[ Suddenly Alan's looking at Tim like he's never seen him before. How have I never asked him this before? Or have I, and I just forgot? ] Tim, what do you want to do with yourself? Do you want to settle down and get married? Have kids one day?
[ He finds himself momentarily distracted by Polaris's shimmer and his gaze travels over to the black pyramid, and the circle with arrays. It feels familiar but he can't really place it either. The men in the military garb give him a moment's pause, but where his mind might have once conjured up a terrifying image, the men in uniform remain just that. They don't point their guns at Alan, they don't come flying at him like a pair of deer heads once did... They just keep doing what they're doing, and Alan lets out an exhale of breath he didn't realize he was holding in.
Tim pats his back and he visibly relaxes as he follows the other man down the stairs. At first, he just lets Tim and the man at the table do the talking. That is, until the man addresses him. ]
So I really did leave. Or something. I don't remember it, but I guess that's normal. Maybe that's a good thing, not that me forgetting things has ever been good.
[ He silences again as Tim and the man exchange more words. It gives Alan a moment to try and regroup. He rejoins the conversation when the man addresses him once more and hands him a file, which he takes with only the barest amount of hesitation. ]
Notes to myself... [ Alan appears to zone out for no more than a few seconds, and then he starts speaking. Reciting, in a way. ]
You must know where you've been to know where you're going. I trust what I read on these pages. I wrote them for a reason. My notes to myself. The only way to make progress.
[ But unlike before when he used to recite lines he said in a hotline call so long ago now, he doesn't spiral out. He's just remembering what he said and revisiting it. He opens the folder and the first thing his eyes lock onto is a name: Jesse Faden.
He looks back at the man at the table, and then over at Tim, before turning back to the page. It's a note to himself, but all it contains is Jesse's name, printed on it in neat rows: a contrast to another time when he scribbled her name onto every blank space he could find. ]
Tim. I think- I think Jesse's here. [ At least, that's what he hopes this page means. ]