Not to sympathize with Zane but-
Let's forget for one minute the whole mystery if he changed from poet to filmmaker via spooky shenanigans for spooky yet unknown reasons, and instead we see him as an Artist(tm):
An artist who got famous for one of his works, to the point that to everyone he is said artwork. He's been mixed up with the character.
Everyone celebrating the one work of art and the one character, completely ignoring the artist is capable of doing a wider variety of artworks, maybe even ignoring his entire back catalogue.
The moment he did the one movie after immigrating? That's it, his reputation. Forget whatever he did in his homeland, foreigners in a foreign land have now decided he is Tom the Poet. It didn't matter at all that the character was voiced by some other person.
And now, let's entertain for a minute both possibilities being real at the same time: Alan Wake is a fictional character by Thomas Zane, and Thomas Zane is a fictional character by Alan Wake.
In both cases the character has the author's face. To the point that outside parties say it out loud - the Anderson bothers referring to Alan as Tom, Saga seeing a picture of Zane and wondering why does he look like Alan.
And the gall - Alan asking Thomas why does he look like him.
A fictional character now claiming the author's visage. The artist pigeon holed into one narrow genre. The Artist fighting his own work to reclaim his identity.
Thomas Zane goes as far as making a movie and once again play a character in it, but this time it's a different character. Tom is reclaiming his own visage. He plays writer Alan Wake in Yötön Yö.
There's no subtlety, there's no subtext!
Even when Remedy had Max Payne recast, Sam Lake was unable to get rid of the reputation, even if the character was voiced by a different actor. Recognized as Max Payne by foreigners in a foreign land(s).
And then, two decades later his face is back, but this time the IP belongs to Remedy. And it's not just the the voice and face of Max Payne with a different name - the author also plays as himself.
"Finally, voice and face are one and the same!" said Ilkka Villi/Tom Zane.
And if you take a step back, you could see Zane trying to take Casey from Alan as the deal between Remedy and Rockstar have with Max Payne. The IP was developed by one studio but belongs to the other. And now the original developers are reclaiming it by changing the name a little and inserting the character in one of their own IPs.
But you know, Casey is (in universe) a real person, same as a certain author in real life.
So, not to sympathize with Zane, but I understand why he gets annoyed when someone asks him if he was a poet. The poet could've been really just a character from his most famous work.
It is annoying when your name gets only recognized because of a narrow selection of your works.
And that work may not even be the most meaningful to you or your favorite one!
These writers at Remedy are having so much fun and I'm glad they're all free to be as unhinged as they've been. I think they should go further.
Anyways, I propose Zane keeps getting confused with The Poet just to bully him lmao.
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❤️ with saga/casey for the kiss ask :)
❤️ first kiss / realization
Sorry this took so long. I had such issues writing this for some reason.
TW for blood and injury (nothing too graphic)
When the knife slashes Casey’s arm, the blade slicing through his sleeve and gouging his arm, Saga is overwhelmed by a desire to keep her partner safe. Which is why, when their suspect begins to run away, dropping the bloodstained knife on the ground, she doesn’t pursue the man, instead running over to Casey, needing to look after him.
“I’m fine, Anderson,” Casey says as blood seeps between his fingers, but his voice is tight with pain.
She doesn’t believe him. Casey always underplays how bad he feels. The idiot could be dying and still deny it to her face.
“Let me look,” Saga says, steering Casey to sit on a low brick wall.
“Fine… But at least let me radio for backup.”
“Deal,” she says.
And as Casey takes out his radio and calls for assistance, Saga eases his jacket down his arm, revealing the blood soaked, torn sleeve of his white shirt. From a quick glance at what she can see through the tear in the fabric, the cut bleeds profusely, but doesn’t seem too deep. Hopefully, the sort of wound that can easily be healed by a handful of stitches. Relief unwinds a ball of anxiety in her chest, because she totally wasn’t worrying about a worst-case scenario. This, she can handle.
They have a first aid kit in their car, but after tailing their suspect for half an hour, they’re far from the car. So, as they wait for backup (and a ride to the hospital), Saga makes do with what she has, unravelling her scarf and pressing the fabric against Casey’s arm. And when she wraps the fabric around his arm, applying pressure to stop the bleeding, Casey hisses in pain, broadcasting the sound through the radio. Immediately, backup begins to pester him, and Casey sighs.
“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters, taking his mouth away from the radio so they can’t hear him. He really hates being fussed over.
But, and here is Saga’s take on this, it’s not being fussed over for people to show concern about your open wound. And, sure, the cut might not be as bad as she first thought, but Casey still has a fucking gash on his arm and a disturbing amount of blood all over his shirt and the makeshift bandage.
Fuck, he gave her such a scare. For a few moments, Saga really thought her partner might bleed out in front of her. Her heart still pounds as she stares at the pained frown creasing his clammy face. She could have lost him.
And as she dwells on her despair about potentially losing Casey, something hits Saga like a punch to the face. She loves him.
Saga has often wondered if she has a crush on Casey, but she never thought about love. Until now, when he just got stabbed and her protectiveness and worry overwhelm her. She loves him.
“You okay there, Anderson?” Casey asks as he switches off his radio, and Saga wonders what expression is on her face.
She isn’t thinking straight, her mind addled by her worries about Casey. And that is why she doesn’t think twice about her stupid, impulsive decision to lean down and give Casey a quick kiss on the cheek.
“What the…?” Casey mumbles, staring up at her.
Heat rushing to her cheeks, Saga breaks eye contact, instead staring down at his bandaged arm. That was such a stupid thing to do. Utterly unprofessional.
“Fuck… I’m sorry,” Saga says. If she didn’t have her wounded partner to look after, this would be when Saga just runs the fuck away to escape her embarrassment. “I didn’t…”
“Hey, Anderson…” Casey says. Through the pain clouding his voice, she hears another emotion. But it isn’t anger. Or disgust.
He almost sounds… happy.
Confused, Saga returns eye contact again, watching a smile spread across Casey’s face. That can’t be right. Why would he smile after she was stupid enough to kiss him like that?
“Y-Yeah?” Saga says, wanting to kick herself when she stutters. She fucking hates getting flustered.
“You know, if you wanted to kiss me… you could’ve just asked,” he says, smirking (although the expression soon becomes a grimace when he winces).
Saga stares at him, her mind short-circuiting. Not only did Casey just get stabbed, but now he’s actually flirting with her. What the fuck is going on?
“Are you serious?” Saga asks, wondering if the blood loss is going to his head or something.
“Unlike you, Anderson, I’m not much of a joker, remember?” Casey says. “And I’ve kinda got better things to do, like trying not to bleed out, than to lie to you.”
“You’re not gonna bleed out,” she says, “but we still need to get you to a hospital.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says, still unimpressed by being cared for.
Saga rolls her eyes, but a smile creeps onto her face. And when she leans down and presses a kiss to his clammy forehead, Casey takes her hand in his own, and smiles too.
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