[ That is the dilemma, and one of her own. Anne has few here she can trust (if she can trust any), and she thinks on how much could unravel if Jesse dies. For her and Bobby, for Saul, Mike, and who else? Many care for him, and she is still just a ghost in this future tapestry.
But Jesse is like a Greek god, that is all she must remind herself of, and the ease with which he seems to give her power only strengthens her resolve again. One hand reaches up to grip his chin after he kisses her cheek, pressing a thumbnail to his lower lip while she is sure her eyes have his in their command. She needs no hypnosis. ]
God guides your hand, so long as you do right by your honor and the boy's. Fare thee well, Jesse.
[ She taps once more against his lip, a lingering look before Anne forces herself to move away, her intangibility summoned to allow her to continue right along her prior path--right through him and beyond as if nothing had happened at all, so that no indecision can force her to stay and regret any longer. ]
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But Jesse is like a Greek god, that is all she must remind herself of, and the ease with which he seems to give her power only strengthens her resolve again. One hand reaches up to grip his chin after he kisses her cheek, pressing a thumbnail to his lower lip while she is sure her eyes have his in their command. She needs no hypnosis. ]
God guides your hand, so long as you do right by your honor and the boy's. Fare thee well, Jesse.
[ She taps once more against his lip, a lingering look before Anne forces herself to move away, her intangibility summoned to allow her to continue right along her prior path--right through him and beyond as if nothing had happened at all, so that no indecision can force her to stay and regret any longer. ]