Dipper recognizes that look. Or at least he recognizes the feeling behind it. He'd felt that when the thought had sunk in that reversing one apocalypse (with blood rain, no less) hadn't been enough. He'd felt it when he finally understood that superheroing was awesome only in comic books, but that in real life, it meant pain, and brainwashing, and ambushes -- and now, even death, after what happened to Blue Rose.
The Legion is a team, and they face this stuff together, and they accomplish some real good, and together they make it so there's still hope for the multiverse -- and that's the good part. But superheroing is hard, and it hurts, and the endless stream of conflict and barely-averted suffering just never seems to stop -- and that's the bad part.
Dipper knows that better than some. In between saving alien leaders and committing fun heists, he's also been messed with and hurt by bad guys gleefully.
"The test doesn't matter," he says, and he takes a second to just pat pat a small hand on Shiro's flesh-and-blood arm, trying to be comforting. He figures that a guy who lost his arm in the first place has probably been through...something. "We keep helping people just in case it's not some giant illusion, and mostly sort of just blow off the Time Trapper like the big cosmic jerk he is, because he doesn't have the right to jerk people around and it doesn't matter what he thinks."
And then they let the cards fall where they may. Some people in these scenarios get pulled into the Legion's universe, some seem to just get sent back home, and there's no way of knowing the Time Trapper's reasoning when he's a big dumb jerk that doesn't care what they think of his choices.
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The Legion is a team, and they face this stuff together, and they accomplish some real good, and together they make it so there's still hope for the multiverse -- and that's the good part. But superheroing is hard, and it hurts, and the endless stream of conflict and barely-averted suffering just never seems to stop -- and that's the bad part.
Dipper knows that better than some. In between saving alien leaders and committing fun heists, he's also been messed with and hurt by bad guys gleefully.
"The test doesn't matter," he says, and he takes a second to just pat pat a small hand on Shiro's flesh-and-blood arm, trying to be comforting. He figures that a guy who lost his arm in the first place has probably been through...something. "We keep helping people just in case it's not some giant illusion, and mostly sort of just blow off the Time Trapper like the big cosmic jerk he is, because he doesn't have the right to jerk people around and it doesn't matter what he thinks."
And then they let the cards fall where they may. Some people in these scenarios get pulled into the Legion's universe, some seem to just get sent back home, and there's no way of knowing the Time Trapper's reasoning when he's a big dumb jerk that doesn't care what they think of his choices.