[ falco’s eyes strain and his brows pinch up; so he accepted it. as part of who he was. that was a bold move to make, even a brave one, or a crazy one, and even perhaps the right one, for fern— but falco wasn’t so sure he could do the same. he wasn’t made this way. it’s not how he was born. it invaded him. he’s not so sure he could welcome it into his heart when it just wants to break every single one it sees. that was never a part of him. it’s always been an extreme opposite.
falco goes quiet at first, but tells himself: i can’t accept it. ]
What did . . . Varian do? [ everything else aside, it was something he wasn’t aware of. ] Something like Dipper?
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falco goes quiet at first, but tells himself: i can’t accept it. ]
What did . . . Varian do? [ everything else aside, it was something he wasn’t aware of. ] Something like Dipper?