[He shook those hands emphatically, squeezing tighter as he fought to make sense of his own frustration at Dipper's words.]
Leaving the dream did something to all of us, whether we broke our eggs or not! There was no way you could have guessed any of this would happen.
[He cast his gaze downward as well, at the bed of pine needles from the trees that towered endlessly above. The scent was like an autumn forest-- musky with the damp of the changing seasons and the promise of cooler weather to come.]
Maybe the same happened to our homes? I know that the Clockhouse has overgrowth like you wouldn't believe-- and I worry about the Tower.
[The one that got burnt out by a wraith-like image of Salem, which was impotent to all but direct contact with flesh and the ability to rend the environment with flame.]
Maybe... I dunno, maybe Julia or Cynthia did something. Maybe it's a remnant of how Julia's memories affected the dream.
Except, this time it's our memories affecting the world.
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[He shook those hands emphatically, squeezing tighter as he fought to make sense of his own frustration at Dipper's words.]
Leaving the dream did something to all of us, whether we broke our eggs or not! There was no way you could have guessed any of this would happen.
[He cast his gaze downward as well, at the bed of pine needles from the trees that towered endlessly above. The scent was like an autumn forest-- musky with the damp of the changing seasons and the promise of cooler weather to come.]
Maybe the same happened to our homes? I know that the Clockhouse has overgrowth like you wouldn't believe-- and I worry about the Tower.
[The one that got burnt out by a wraith-like image of Salem, which was impotent to all but direct contact with flesh and the ability to rend the environment with flame.]
Maybe... I dunno, maybe Julia or Cynthia did something. Maybe it's a remnant of how Julia's memories affected the dream.
Except, this time it's our memories affecting the world.