It's because you're you. Not a famous author, but someone who could go in and stop the AWE on your own. Only certain people can do that. People like me... and my baby brother. If we're going to stop it? The Bureau needs to know what you know and work with you to stop it. [ She pauses. The frown turns on the corners of her mouth again. ] And I can't lock you away.
[ The outstretched trembling hand puts the manuscript pages to the side. Then, she flexes her hand. A sense of power can be felt in the room. Polaris's hum gently fills quiet places. The intention was to tell him all about Polaris. Everything she had learned about her friend, Hedron, the Bureau, the Hiss. Now she doesn't see the point in it. Not when he barely remembers her or their screwed up relationship. The details wouldn't matter. ]
She's always with me now. We can't separate. [ Jesse figures that's the best way to put it for now. She could throw everything behind the cheap excuse of "classified." Except for the fact it's a cheap answer and she knows Alan won't take it. ] So...anywhere in this building you're going to sense her. Any time you're around me you're going to sense her more than you did before.
[ Her gaze keeps away from his. A particular flash of emotion crosses her face at the mention of her helping with "Departure." She's not sure she really helped at all. Not that it's the time to go over any of it or fill in the gaps. There's more important things going on. ]
You changed the ending of "Departure" on your own. [ She knows the hurt can't entirely be kept from her voice. ] You did whatever you did--diving into the Lake--and that stopped it.
[ Jesse had every intention of slipping back behind her role as the Director from this point on. Be the position Alan was looking for to stop the Dark Presence. After all, that's why he reached out to her in the Oldest House, despite what she wanted to tell herself. How is calling her back to Bright Falls any different? Show up, take care of the spooky dimensional monster, then he leaves to go hunt it down again.
"Maybe if you just give me a gun and a flashlight, I can lure it away from here."
Green eyes that seem to be glow with something else immediately snap to his. The mantle of the Director disappears. A wall comes down, leaving her with the expression as if he's just thrown something at her. He may have forgotten what happened, but Jesse remembers it perfectly clear. The Well-Lit Room. The insisting she go with him to finish it and save his ex-wife, while he insisted he had to do it alone. That he'd come back. He couldn't take her along because she'd just get hurt or even worse and he couldn't handle it if she did.
She stares him down as his arms wrap around her. He pulls her close. Her lip trembles. Whatever is listening she thanks that he can't see the expression on her face. He can feel her shoulders tremble and how her hands shake so badly she couldn't shove him away even if she wanted. ]
You already did. [ She shuts her eyes tightly in hopes that she can at least keep the water she feels gathering in her eyes. The rest has already fallen out of her control. Alan Wake has always been able to do that. ] You told me Hartman needed to be stopped. He was ripping apart the Bureau. You pointed me in the direction and told me to stop him and I DID. Because YOU asked me to do it. Because Hartman was OUR mess to clean up.
[ After a moment, her head lowers. Forehead gently rests against his shoulder in case he had thought about releasing her from his embrace. She's not going to let him decide anything else without her input or her say. This story, them, working with the Bureau. He doesn't get to decide it all on his own anymore. ]
...don't you dare think about taking a flashlight, a gun, and luring it away on your own. You don't get to even imply it. [ She feels her shoulders curl and her voice break. ] You don't get to call me out here to help you stop it halfway then... no! You don't get the right to make that choice! I won't let you!
[ Then, her voice drops once more. ] I'm not being left behind. Again.
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[ The outstretched trembling hand puts the manuscript pages to the side. Then, she flexes her hand. A sense of power can be felt in the room. Polaris's hum gently fills quiet places. The intention was to tell him all about Polaris. Everything she had learned about her friend, Hedron, the Bureau, the Hiss. Now she doesn't see the point in it. Not when he barely remembers her or their screwed up relationship. The details wouldn't matter. ]
She's always with me now. We can't separate. [ Jesse figures that's the best way to put it for now. She could throw everything behind the cheap excuse of "classified." Except for the fact it's a cheap answer and she knows Alan won't take it. ] So...anywhere in this building you're going to sense her. Any time you're around me you're going to sense her more than you did before.
[ Her gaze keeps away from his. A particular flash of emotion crosses her face at the mention of her helping with "Departure." She's not sure she really helped at all. Not that it's the time to go over any of it or fill in the gaps. There's more important things going on. ]
You changed the ending of "Departure" on your own. [ She knows the hurt can't entirely be kept from her voice. ] You did whatever you did--diving into the Lake--and that stopped it.
[ Jesse had every intention of slipping back behind her role as the Director from this point on. Be the position Alan was looking for to stop the Dark Presence. After all, that's why he reached out to her in the Oldest House, despite what she wanted to tell herself. How is calling her back to Bright Falls any different? Show up, take care of the spooky dimensional monster, then he leaves to go hunt it down again.
"Maybe if you just give me a gun and a flashlight, I can lure it away from here."
Green eyes that seem to be glow with something else immediately snap to his. The mantle of the Director disappears. A wall comes down, leaving her with the expression as if he's just thrown something at her. He may have forgotten what happened, but Jesse remembers it perfectly clear. The Well-Lit Room. The insisting she go with him to finish it and save his ex-wife, while he insisted he had to do it alone. That he'd come back. He couldn't take her along because she'd just get hurt or even worse and he couldn't handle it if she did.
She stares him down as his arms wrap around her. He pulls her close. Her lip trembles. Whatever is listening she thanks that he can't see the expression on her face. He can feel her shoulders tremble and how her hands shake so badly she couldn't shove him away even if she wanted. ]
You already did. [ She shuts her eyes tightly in hopes that she can at least keep the water she feels gathering in her eyes. The rest has already fallen out of her control. Alan Wake has always been able to do that. ] You told me Hartman needed to be stopped. He was ripping apart the Bureau. You pointed me in the direction and told me to stop him and I DID. Because YOU asked me to do it. Because Hartman was OUR mess to clean up.
[ After a moment, her head lowers. Forehead gently rests against his shoulder in case he had thought about releasing her from his embrace. She's not going to let him decide anything else without her input or her say. This story, them, working with the Bureau. He doesn't get to decide it all on his own anymore. ]
...don't you dare think about taking a flashlight, a gun, and luring it away on your own. You don't get to even imply it. [ She feels her shoulders curl and her voice break. ] You don't get to call me out here to help you stop it halfway then... no! You don't get the right to make that choice! I won't let you!
[ Then, her voice drops once more. ] I'm not being left behind. Again.