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[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.

Edited 2021-09-30 03:52 (UTC)

[This close to the edges of Self, Oscar should have known better than to mention anything that rattling. The very world shifted to the scarlet nightmare for a moment before Dipper pulled away-- and Oscar felt empty in the pine forest where they stood.]

... I'm just one Pine tree, Dipper. I've had to learn how to be responsible with these powers because there was no choice. Everyone would leave if I wasn't.

But, you're one of many Pines. They'll help you learn how to use these powers right and still be there if you make a mistake. You're not alone. And ..

I trust you.

[Once Dipper is sure it's passed, he reaches out for Oscar's hands again. He's not willing to let Oscar isolate himself like that just because Dipper had a lapse.]

Oh no, don't you start on tree metaphors. You realize you're stuck with us whether you like it or not.

[He sighs, and then offers him a smile, tired and uncertain, but determined. A lot of things have happened tonight and its starting to wear on him.]

But I get it. Trust goes both ways and if I can trust you with your abilities, then that means I have to let you trust me, right?

[Allegory and metaphor were an unfortunate habit Oscar had gained from Ozpin. The man was unfortunately fond of story-- doubtless, Oscar's own love of books was one of the qualities which made him... a like-minded soul.

Oscar was pulled from his reverie by Dipper's hands and words, and he couldn't help but regard the other boy with momentary bewilderment. These were details that Oscar had taken as fact. Even if he had found a family within Deerington, a part of him always felt like an outsider.

It was why he didn't have many friends, even before he left the farm.

But he couldn't help but return Dipper's smile with a sheepish one of his own, for he was gladdened by Dipper's reassurances.

Surely that was a better Truth.]

You're right. About... everything.

[Oscar squeezed Dipper's hands. Though the days and nights had become long, with each date on the calendar bleeding into the next, he was willing to continue trying despite how weary he was.]

Thanks, Dipper. For trusting me... and now letting me trust you.

We'll work all of this out. Somehow.

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