[When he’s inside and the door is shut and everyone is safe and in sight, Stan slouches against the shut door... and looks down at what he’s holding.
To an untrained eye, there’s no visible reaction. But anyone who knows him can practically hear the internal screaming.]
We gotta- do something, keep the other kids from seeing... Damn it, he was- [His voice is shaking and his t-shirt is soaking through with blood and he’s holding a dead kid only a couple years older than Dipper, and on autopilot he pushes himself off the wall and heads toward the personal quarters.]
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To an untrained eye, there’s no visible reaction. But anyone who knows him can practically hear the internal screaming.]
We gotta- do something, keep the other kids from seeing... Damn it, he was- [His voice is shaking and his t-shirt is soaking through with blood and he’s holding a dead kid only a couple years older than Dipper, and on autopilot he pushes himself off the wall and heads toward the personal quarters.]