Stanley Pines: a connman with a heart of passable gold substitute. Yes, I have been trying to avoid writing him, because, as you're about to see, I'm really bad at it. So, just be prepared, because holy bajeezus, is my Stan horrible.

"You spent all day with him, huh?"

"Yes, curse Takinos, and he was horrible."

"You talk weird sometimes. Now is one of those times, by the way."

"It's a habit, Stanley."

"I wasn't criticizing ya, I just noticed. It's cool and nerdy as heck, just like you."

"Is it?"

"Now you're just fishing for compliments."

"What sane person does not want to hear how they are 'cool and nerdy as heck'?"

"Oh, shut up."

"I will forever consider this a win on my part."

"Whatever. Wanna watch something violent?"

"Like the news?"

"It's sad that that's an actual question. No, not the news."

"In that case, I think I've had my fair share of violence. Let's watch a mystery show, so I can tell you what the conclusion is five minutes in."

"I don't doubt that's something that you could and would probably do."

"Is that an okay?"

"That's an okay, fine, but only cause I love you like a brother."

"I am your brother."

"Exactly."

-KEEP WORKING...KEEP WORKING...KEEP WORKING...

"He's gotten even thinner, and I didn't think it was possible."

"It's a little creepy, actually. Earlier, I could have counted his ribs."

"It isn't heathy."

"Nope."

"Aren't you worried?"

"Nope."

"Dipper!"

"He's still Bill. Nothing you say will change that."

"He's getting better!"

"Said who? Him? Where's the proof?"

"Dipper! We're giving him a second chance!"

"What has he done to deserve it?"

"What has he done not to?"

"He hasn't been acting bad, sure, but 'not bad' doesn't always mean good."

"Why not? Bad is the opposite of good! If he's not bad and he's not good, what is he?"

-NOW TAKE A BREAK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I TOLD YOU TO TAKE A BREAK! NOW!

So, um, I was going to make this chapter entirely dialogue, but I ran out of ideas for that. So here, have some Olyxian! (Please don't hate me TheFalls, but this is going to be important later.)

The resistince was small, but they fought well, and they believed, and that was what mattered. Olyxian wished Crysanthia were here. They'd been close. But she had refused to join him. The group huddled in a cave next to where they had built their fire. They had used fliers Dikirie, their spy, had pulled down from the nearest town as fuel. It was cold on Sater, and when it wasn't snowing it was raining. At least, that's what it seemed like to Oly lately.

One solis conversione until the effects set in, she had said. How long had it been since then?

"Hey, Bilkis, what decem tribus is it?"

"Quod est quinque, Why?"

"No reason."

It'd been one decem tribus. Only one. It felt like so much longer. He still had nine left. That was enough time.

"By the way, why do you still wear your green boots? You have better ones now."

"Because they're flashy."

"They'll get us caught."

"We'll just escape. Salicire knows way around Vinniour, if they even manage to hold us long enough to get us in there."

More info. Yaaaay! Who do you think Olyxian is? Nobody's even geussed. Toodles!