Il n'avait pas le choix. Une terreur grinçante lui enserrait le cœur. Il se souvenait des cris, des visages figés dans la pierre, des rouges incendiaires du ciel. Dipper savait qu'il allait le regretter. Mais il n'avait pas le choix. Il tendit la main vers les flammes bleues; la voix doucereuse du démon lui vrillait encore les oreilles. C'était pour Mabel. Il n'avait pas le choix.

He didn't have a choice. A stinging fear crushed his heart. He still remembered the screams, the faces frozen in stone, the blazing, feverish reds of the sky. Dipper knew he would regret it. But he didn't have a choice. So he reached toward the blue flames, the sickly-sweet voice of the demon buzzing in his ears. It was for Mabel. He didn't have a choice.

Mobile phones were fickle things, but Kido was starting to think that the constant dropped calls had more to do with spite than signal loss. [KanoKido, oneshot]