He didn't send an angry mob at you, dude. None of you have been strung up and lynched. I invited you to sit on my bed and talk to me about it. Mabel and Dipper came running because they wanted their friend to reassure them.
People are dumb, panicky animals, so instead of treating us like that, you had an option to talk to us as individuals who could make decisions outside of a group. I wasn't even that angry that you were going to finish the ritual to its end, even if I still don't know if agree with it—the uncertainty's 'cause I still don't have all the information I want to make my decision. I'm angry that you were going to have me die on someone else's terms, for my own fuckin' good, without ever asking if that was what I wanted. That I wasted weeks trying to stay alive so I could keep a promise when none of it mattered and I could have started being a lot more risky about finding ways to stop this permanently. As it is, I plan on killing myself as soon as one of you pops up to take my life.
[He would have done things differently. He would have taken risks. He would have broken rules. He would have tried far less at the trials, trials that didn't even matter because there was never any way they'd catch the worst killers. It was never fair. It was always pointless and stupid.]
Ask the Unclean. Ask her what the limits of her deals are. Find out what happens to the dead if you don't save them. Get the information on why the ritual has to be done this way, help us understand how it works and why it works.
You have the opportunity to get information when the rest of us don't. The charade's up, and I'm sick of hearing things second hand and not knowing when someone misunderstood or didn't get the full picture. Find out everything for us and bring it back so we can decide how we'll die.
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People are dumb, panicky animals, so instead of treating us like that, you had an option to talk to us as individuals who could make decisions outside of a group. I wasn't even that angry that you were going to finish the ritual to its end, even if I still don't know if agree with it—the uncertainty's 'cause I still don't have all the information I want to make my decision. I'm angry that you were going to have me die on someone else's terms, for my own fuckin' good, without ever asking if that was what I wanted. That I wasted weeks trying to stay alive so I could keep a promise when none of it mattered and I could have started being a lot more risky about finding ways to stop this permanently. As it is, I plan on killing myself as soon as one of you pops up to take my life.
[He would have done things differently. He would have taken risks. He would have broken rules. He would have tried far less at the trials, trials that didn't even matter because there was never any way they'd catch the worst killers. It was never fair. It was always pointless and stupid.]
Ask the Unclean. Ask her what the limits of her deals are. Find out what happens to the dead if you don't save them. Get the information on why the ritual has to be done this way, help us understand how it works and why it works.
You have the opportunity to get information when the rest of us don't. The charade's up, and I'm sick of hearing things second hand and not knowing when someone misunderstood or didn't get the full picture. Find out everything for us and bring it back so we can decide how we'll die.