N-not - not entirely. [ Dipper swallows against a dry throat. His posture becomes increasingly agitated, his attention seemingly distracted as he picks at nail beds and casts about for some place to look. Like his mind could be anywhere else but mired in the story he's telling.

He knows it's been a couple of days, but it doesn't feel that way to him. It's still so fresh, the memories painted blindingly bright in his mind, playing over and over again.

Maybe this was a mistake, he should stop - he should leave -

No. He's seeing this through. ]

I slowed it down, and maybe...we would've both been goners otherwise. But it still had its weight to use against us, and when it hit the wall, it hit it hard. The building falling down would've been bad enough, b-but...the foundation started to give out, too.

[ He closes his eyes, then, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose. ]

Yu was hurt. He wouldn't have made it in time on his own. So I...

[ He made a choice. ]

I couldn't let another one of my friends die for me, Hiro.