[ Several beats of silence pass, and Dipper's eyes lower towards the ground. Until: ]
Then—
[ Without warning, he drops his backpack onto the sandy patch below, and Dipper falls to a kneel. ]
—Then there's gotta be something we can do before that happens! Just give me a second– [ He fishes out an old, red leather bound book, cracking open over his knee worn, yellowed pages before any protest could be made. While thumbing through the pages, Dipper skims over the paragraphs of words and illustrations, among odd symbols and ciphers. ] What kind of curse is it? Do you know what caused it? There's a chance I'd have something in here that could break it, or a method to alleviate it, or—or anything at all!
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Then—
[ Without warning, he drops his backpack onto the sandy patch below, and Dipper falls to a kneel. ]
—Then there's gotta be something we can do before that happens! Just give me a second– [ He fishes out an old, red leather bound book, cracking open over his knee worn, yellowed pages before any protest could be made. While thumbing through the pages, Dipper skims over the paragraphs of words and illustrations, among odd symbols and ciphers. ] What kind of curse is it? Do you know what caused it? There's a chance I'd have something in here that could break it, or a method to alleviate it, or—or anything at all!