[ Jesse gently brushes her fingers along the back of his hands. She feels that it's better to address it all here. Not that it will be resolved. Alan's recovery is on going and won't simply be solved over night. She wishes it was.
« If only it was. » ]
I wish things were better. Not because I'm tired of it. Because I want you free of the Dark Place. You're not there anymore. You're here. Home. With us. I want you to finally feel free of it all and live again.
What if I'm not the person who can help you with that? [ The frown deepens on her face. ] What if you need someone else? Someone who can actually be... normal.
Not that it's about me. None of this is. It's trying to help you. I just--[ her head tilts to the side and her eyes dart away. They briefly went over this at "dinner"... yet it keeps coming up. Looping. Again.
« We can't keep doing this. We can't keep looping. We're OUT of the damn Dark Place! » ]
No, we can't keep having this conversation. We can't keep going over the same things. We're just--doing the same thing. Over and over again. [ Her gaze narrows at the LED light. ] I know what you're going to say. You know what I'm going to say. We stop doing this. We stop it now. We're not going to keep looping.
[ Her gaze turns back to his. That firey determination is in her eyes. It has to stop or he's going to keep circling in all this. He's free of the Dark Place. ]
I know this is going to take time. This isn't going to be healed over weeks or months. Things like this aren't easy fixes. [ Jesse clamps down on his hands with her own. Green eyes pierce right into his. ] Alan.
Why are you still letting it control you? [ She tugs on his hands to pull him closer. ] Saga shot Scratch out of you. The Dark Presence isn't here. It can't come into the apartment. It isn't outside the door waiting to be let in.
[ Hands raise to place on either side of his face. Not harshly or painfully. Just enough pressure to force his attention entirely on nothing else. ]
Alan Wake. It's not going to take me away from you.
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« If only it was. » ]
I wish things were better. Not because I'm tired of it. Because I want you free of the Dark Place. You're not there anymore. You're here. Home. With us. I want you to finally feel free of it all and live again.
What if I'm not the person who can help you with that? [ The frown deepens on her face. ] What if you need someone else? Someone who can actually be... normal.
Not that it's about me. None of this is. It's trying to help you. I just--[ her head tilts to the side and her eyes dart away. They briefly went over this at "dinner"... yet it keeps coming up. Looping. Again.
« We can't keep doing this. We can't keep looping. We're OUT of the damn Dark Place! » ]
No, we can't keep having this conversation. We can't keep going over the same things. We're just--doing the same thing. Over and over again. [ Her gaze narrows at the LED light. ] I know what you're going to say. You know what I'm going to say. We stop doing this. We stop it now. We're not going to keep looping.
[ Her gaze turns back to his. That firey determination is in her eyes. It has to stop or he's going to keep circling in all this. He's free of the Dark Place. ]
I know this is going to take time. This isn't going to be healed over weeks or months. Things like this aren't easy fixes. [ Jesse clamps down on his hands with her own. Green eyes pierce right into his. ] Alan.
Why are you still letting it control you? [ She tugs on his hands to pull him closer. ] Saga shot Scratch out of you. The Dark Presence isn't here. It can't come into the apartment. It isn't outside the door waiting to be let in.
[ Hands raise to place on either side of his face. Not harshly or painfully. Just enough pressure to force his attention entirely on nothing else. ]
Alan Wake. It's not going to take me away from you.