Dipper draws back a little as Ford makes his explanation. It’s... it feels bad. It feels like patterns repeating. It feels like it’s the kind of thing that ends up with portals in the basement and thirty years of dimensional drifting.
But there’s one big difference. One change so big that Dipper clings to it and the hope it brings with all his might.
This time Ford’s telling them. He’s not collaborating with Bill behind their backs. Anything he’s doing, he’s doing with their awareness. Dipper’s not sure he can go so far as to say Ford would take their advice if they said to cut it off, but he’s pretty sure Ford would at least listen.
“How do you know it’s the same Bill?” His voice is quiet, a little strained. He wants to be cool and rational about this. He doesn’t know if he can. “He could be just saying what you want to hear.”
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But there’s one big difference. One change so big that Dipper clings to it and the hope it brings with all his might.
This time Ford’s telling them. He’s not collaborating with Bill behind their backs. Anything he’s doing, he’s doing with their awareness. Dipper’s not sure he can go so far as to say Ford would take their advice if they said to cut it off, but he’s pretty sure Ford would at least listen.
“How do you know it’s the same Bill?” His voice is quiet, a little strained. He wants to be cool and rational about this. He doesn’t know if he can. “He could be just saying what you want to hear.”