[An uncomfortable silence fell after Dipper's reply, and it left Oscar shifting his weight. The difference between limbs hardly mattered in this space, but he recalled his own anguish and horrors from the previous October.

It was amazing what differences a year made.]

... We never talked about it, did we?

[He asked, clearing away some of the brush and dropping to the ground.]

I was distracted by my own problems-- [Like Raven Branwen losing control of her self and slaughtering every adult in their party, including her twin brother and only daughter. Oscar wisely kept quiet on the details.]

-- and you had your problems. We both were gonna play Dungeons, Dungeons, and Dungeons, weren't we?

It's a shame we never got there.

[A missed opportunity, like so many others.]

... This place seems safe enough to talk, if you wanted to.