[Dipper gives him a frustrated glare. At any other time, he'd insist. Heck, he's probably going to dig in more later. This stinks of for your own safety, and that's never been something he cared about.
But.
He died. Mabel did too, and he'd promised Mabel it wouldn't happen again.
How can he pursue the mysteries that have always drawn him and be certain he won't get hurt? How can he stay alive without giving up really living?
He doesn't have an answer, and today, at least, he's not going to find an answer for this particular mystery either. He ducks his head, letting his hat hide his eyes, and turns around.]
action;
But.
He died. Mabel did too, and he'd promised Mabel it wouldn't happen again.
How can he pursue the mysteries that have always drawn him and be certain he won't get hurt? How can he stay alive without giving up really living?
He doesn't have an answer, and today, at least, he's not going to find an answer for this particular mystery either. He ducks his head, letting his hat hide his eyes, and turns around.]
Fine.
[For now. He turns to leave, shoulders slumping.]