[The video flickers to His truly, and Bill has to hold back a laugh at the desperation plastered on this mortal’s face. This kid, is holding out their trust like an open wound in front of a room of CARNIVORES- one of which apparently took a VERY sizable bite out of him already! And people called HIM crazy.
Wirt won’t like it, but since it is necessary to answer his question- And HA! It’s not like Bill CARES- the dream demon concentrates on diving into Wirt’s psyche, immersing himself within the child’s memories and timeline. He can feel it. There it is again, his signature buried within this child’s mind.
He’s probably never going to remember how it got there. Even if he tried to search for the source now its trails are broken, disjointed, its bones scattered about and half buried beneath all the child’s new thoughts and endless anxieties.
But… what once was a source of… pensive ponderment for the triangle, –not worry, HE didn’t worry- has all but ebbed into a dull acceptance, after his prolonged stay in this dimension. If anything it’s somewhat of a comfort to know Bill Cipher has previously existed in Wonderland; it meant he might have a foothold to loop back to if something goes wrong
Speaking of cycles-]
"Are y-- SERIOUSLY? This question AGAIN? Tch. You'll REALLY be ALIVE once you grasp THE DIFFERENCE of LIFE and DEATH is a POINTLESS INACCURACY in ITSELF.."
[How many people were going to make him repeat himself? Bill rolls his eye— and it keeps rolling…. And rolling…and rolling….]
"TRAIN TRACKS LED TO THE UNKNOWN, THE BECKONING OF GENTLE WIND, A BREATHE of AIR from LUNGS UN-PARCHED, TWO LIVES RESUMED AGAIN"
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Wirt won’t like it, but since it is necessary to answer his question- And HA! It’s not like Bill CARES- the dream demon concentrates on diving into Wirt’s psyche, immersing himself within the child’s memories and timeline. He can feel it. There it is again, his signature buried within this child’s mind.
He’s probably never going to remember how it got there. Even if he tried to search for the source now its trails are broken, disjointed, its bones scattered about and half buried beneath all the child’s new thoughts and endless anxieties.
But… what once was a source of… pensive ponderment for the triangle, –not worry, HE didn’t worry- has all but ebbed into a dull acceptance, after his prolonged stay in this dimension. If anything it’s somewhat of a comfort to know Bill Cipher has previously existed in Wonderland; it meant he might have a foothold to loop back to if something goes wrong
Speaking of cycles-]
"Are y-- SERIOUSLY? This question AGAIN? Tch. You'll REALLY be ALIVE once you grasp THE DIFFERENCE of LIFE and DEATH is a POINTLESS INACCURACY in ITSELF.."
[How many people were going to make him repeat himself? Bill rolls his eye— and it keeps rolling…. And rolling…and rolling….]
"TRAIN TRACKS LED TO THE UNKNOWN,
THE BECKONING OF GENTLE WIND,
A BREATHE of AIR from LUNGS UN-PARCHED,
TWO LIVES RESUMED AGAIN"