[ The thing is...safety isn't the issue. He knew they were safe now - he could even recognize that the cold nipping at him wasn't enough to cause them to freeze like before. Having died himself wasn't the issue, either. For better or for worse, this is Dipper's second time through the revolving door of death, and he'd seen enough in Gravity Falls to desensitize him to the horrors of being chased by hellbats or possessions.
The issue is that he got other people killed.
He finally looks up at them, rubbing a palm against his temple like he's warding off a gnarly headache. ]
R-right. Sorry, I...um, just got...sorry. [ He doesn't quite look either of them in the eye, gaze darting around haphazardly as he pulls himself to is feet.
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The issue is that he got other people killed.
He finally looks up at them, rubbing a palm against his temple like he's warding off a gnarly headache. ]
R-right. Sorry, I...um, just got...sorry. [ He doesn't quite look either of them in the eye, gaze darting around haphazardly as he pulls himself to is feet.
"Sorry" doesn't even begin to cover it. ]