Look, Dave's from the Egbertian school of If It's There, I'm Gonna Touch It. Vaguely ominous dream doors, shiny paradox slime generating buttons, potato, potahto. It's all the same when you get down to the tropological level. Even now, knowing that Karkat's buddies may or may not be 92% dead on the other side of those doors, Dave's still sure he's going to open one. He just doesn't have any desire to. Rose called it something hoity-toity, he remembers. His sense of something something to inevitable misfortune.
Dave just calls it being an enormous tool, but whatever. He's not going for a door yet, in any case. He huffs a breath through his nose.
"Some of them are better than others." He tilts his head a little in a shrug that's too lazy to be a shrug. "And I only really know about the ones that touch the alpha timeline in some way. If too much is different, or they don't come back to change something, I can only sort of get a feel for how they might've gone. But some of them..."
He trails off. One thumb taps the air at exactly sixty BPM.
"I'm glad I don't see more of them," he finally mumbles.
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Dave just calls it being an enormous tool, but whatever. He's not going for a door yet, in any case. He huffs a breath through his nose.
"Some of them are better than others." He tilts his head a little in a shrug that's too lazy to be a shrug. "And I only really know about the ones that touch the alpha timeline in some way. If too much is different, or they don't come back to change something, I can only sort of get a feel for how they might've gone. But some of them..."
He trails off. One thumb taps the air at exactly sixty BPM.
"I'm glad I don't see more of them," he finally mumbles.