[They breathe in and sigh tiredly at the joke. Would've laughed if the mood were better, really! Not having a great time of it right now!
But he's right. They fold their arms, focusing on Stan instead of the looks their former party members are giving them.]
Alright. From the top, then.
I wasn't sure at first, so... I probably could have handled it better, admittedly. But I was worried, and I didn't like that it was even an option, so I wanted to hear what stardust had to say. I didn't want to make an accusation unless I was certain, and I didn't want someone else to reach the same conclusion first.
I asked him where he was last night, and he gave the same answer he gave all of you. I didn't expect him to just admit to being there if he did it, so I didn't think he was lying—he still isn't about that, I suppose—but I... wanted some proof, that it was really him. And he got mad at me for asking, and he refused to give me anything, demanded I explain what was going on first... so I relented, and I told him what happened with Dipper.
We yelled at each other. I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't accept anything. I told him I'd back him up if he told the rest of you what he knew, because I wanted to believe him. But he refused that, too. So I tried to let him cool off. I said I'd handle it myself, and... we both said... some things.
[... uselessly vague, haha. They shrink into themselves a bit.] Sorry, it's— it's personal. I can't. It's not relevant to this. [another pause to breathe, breathe, breathe]
... I think he was trying to provoke me on purpose. And it worked! And I didn't even realize he was a fake until he lied about what happened. He said I got more suspicious of him, but all I wanted was to clear his name. I wanted to believe he wouldn't lose to an imitation. Hah, he probably just gave up, didn't he? He was... never that good at self-preservation...
I'm such an idiot. I didn't recognize him, either. I should've known from the start.
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But he's right. They fold their arms, focusing on Stan instead of the looks their former party members are giving them.]
Alright. From the top, then.
I wasn't sure at first, so... I probably could have handled it better, admittedly. But I was worried, and I didn't like that it was even an option, so I wanted to hear what stardust had to say. I didn't want to make an accusation unless I was certain, and I didn't want someone else to reach the same conclusion first.
I asked him where he was last night, and he gave the same answer he gave all of you. I didn't expect him to just admit to being there if he did it, so I didn't think he was lying—he still isn't about that, I suppose—but I... wanted some proof, that it was really him. And he got mad at me for asking, and he refused to give me anything, demanded I explain what was going on first... so I relented, and I told him what happened with Dipper.
We yelled at each other. I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't accept anything. I told him I'd back him up if he told the rest of you what he knew, because I wanted to believe him. But he refused that, too. So I tried to let him cool off. I said I'd handle it myself, and... we both said... some things.
[... uselessly vague, haha. They shrink into themselves a bit.] Sorry, it's— it's personal. I can't. It's not relevant to this. [another pause to breathe, breathe, breathe]
... I think he was trying to provoke me on purpose. And it worked! And I didn't even realize he was a fake until he lied about what happened. He said I got more suspicious of him, but all I wanted was to clear his name. I wanted to believe he wouldn't lose to an imitation. Hah, he probably just gave up, didn't he? He was... never that good at self-preservation...
I'm such an idiot. I didn't recognize him, either. I should've known from the start.