[That's the crazy thing about them standing in what is basically the manifested representation of Dipper's mind, when something illicits a strong reaction, it's felt all around them.]
[Of course the body hopping thing is something Dipper's thought about, but having Oscar say it like that, so openly, so bluntly, it forces him to come to terms with it. Yes, is probably really possible. He's inherited the same powers as Ozpin so who's to say he wouldn't one day wake up with Oscar in his head.]
[He's not proud of what happens next, but there's nothing he can do to prevent it. That's what really sucks about PTSD and unprocessed trauma. Sometimes something will just dredge it back up without your control, and Oscar bringing that to the forefront immediately summons a memory.]
[The forest flickers away, leaving a rustic attic. The light is red around around them, pouring in from a stain glass window. Bill's laughter fills the air and Oscar might feel the strangest sensation, like a sudden tear under his skin, a sundering of the physical and metaphysical.]
[It lasts for only a moment, before its gone. Dipper exhales shakily, and lets Oscar's hands go so that he can cradle his had as he pulls himself back together. The forest returns before Dipper shakes his head.]
It-... It doesn't matter what you can do. It's that I can trust what you'll do with it.
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[Of course the body hopping thing is something Dipper's thought about, but having Oscar say it like that, so openly, so bluntly, it forces him to come to terms with it. Yes, is probably really possible. He's inherited the same powers as Ozpin so who's to say he wouldn't one day wake up with Oscar in his head.]
[He's not proud of what happens next, but there's nothing he can do to prevent it. That's what really sucks about PTSD and unprocessed trauma. Sometimes something will just dredge it back up without your control, and Oscar bringing that to the forefront immediately summons a memory.]
[The forest flickers away, leaving a rustic attic. The light is red around around them, pouring in from a stain glass window. Bill's laughter fills the air and Oscar might feel the strangest sensation, like a sudden tear under his skin, a sundering of the physical and metaphysical.]
[It lasts for only a moment, before its gone. Dipper exhales shakily, and lets Oscar's hands go so that he can cradle his had as he pulls himself back together. The forest returns before Dipper shakes his head.]
It-... It doesn't matter what you can do. It's that I can trust what you'll do with it.