Isn't that how any creative process starts? You don't know exactly what you're doing. You let the waves of creation take you from place to place until you learn how to direct it. This place is no different, Alan. The waters of the Lake are just a physical representation of that very concept. You create, it happens on the opposite side of the Lake. It's learning how to control it to trap the thing that's blinding you.
[ What she has given him is more information that she prefers to usually give out. Then again, Elizabeth usually avoids speaking to anyone when she moves from door to door. This is only unique because Alan has pulled her into the story. ]
Yes. I think you're running away from something you hated doing. Something you regret. We all run away from those things. It's human.
The thing is? Debts have to be repaid somehow and at some point.
My father taught me that.
[ A hand rests on her hip. Elizabeth wonders in that moment how many times Alan must have revisited this moment. Has he ever? Or has he tried to ignore the fact that this moment happened? It could be why he has forgotten who the Sister truly is to him.
She glances down at the flashlight slammed onto the table top. ]
You brought me into this story.
[ Elizabeth simply waits to see what Alan will chose to do next. A glance is sent to the recreation of the young woman by the Dark Place. The recreation constructed by Alan's mind--his subconscious. How often has she actually appeared and he ignored her? Was it because of what he did? Did the Dark Presence simply make him forget because he allowed it to happen? There's so many different possibilities that she isn't quite sure what one is at fault.
She raises her hand to the door behind Alan. ]
She's waiting, Alan.
[ The young woman's bright green eyes lower at the apparent idea of being ignored. Perhaps being ignored again. The grip on the backpack tightens. She frowns and looks to the side. ]
no subject
[ What she has given him is more information that she prefers to usually give out. Then again, Elizabeth usually avoids speaking to anyone when she moves from door to door. This is only unique because Alan has pulled her into the story. ]
Yes. I think you're running away from something you hated doing. Something you regret. We all run away from those things. It's human.
The thing is? Debts have to be repaid somehow and at some point.
My father taught me that.
[ A hand rests on her hip. Elizabeth wonders in that moment how many times Alan must have revisited this moment. Has he ever? Or has he tried to ignore the fact that this moment happened? It could be why he has forgotten who the Sister truly is to him.
She glances down at the flashlight slammed onto the table top. ]
You brought me into this story.
[ Elizabeth simply waits to see what Alan will chose to do next. A glance is sent to the recreation of the young woman by the Dark Place. The recreation constructed by Alan's mind--his subconscious. How often has she actually appeared and he ignored her? Was it because of what he did? Did the Dark Presence simply make him forget because he allowed it to happen? There's so many different possibilities that she isn't quite sure what one is at fault.
She raises her hand to the door behind Alan. ]
She's waiting, Alan.
[ The young woman's bright green eyes lower at the apparent idea of being ignored. Perhaps being ignored again. The grip on the backpack tightens. She frowns and looks to the side. ]