Her question, of course, goes without answer. Dave doesn't need to relive that moment, but he's sure he'll see it repeated in the Best Of reels once this Arena is said and done. The priority is finding somewhere private, and internally he's trying to figure out a short, cohesive way to explain everything that he's been through since their timelines split.
In the end, there's quite a bit on the metaphorical chopping board. There's a lot he's not willing to tell her, there are things he doesn't want to have to explain. Not in front of a live audience. Not ever. How do you tell someone that their life crumpled into a drunken stupor? How do you tell them that and explain how little you managed to help in the end? How the fuck is he meant to finish up that little anecdote and move on to tell her that it is over for him. That she's probably back home and burying him in the ground because his run of the game is over.
He can't, and he won't. He feels sick even thinking about it. He doesn't want her pity or her misery over it, he'll leave that stone unturned for her if he can help it.
"Alright so, the last thing you remember is The Green Sun, right?" He even does some jazz hands to account for the fact that he can't make his words ominous and green. "That wasn't the end for us, no. We didn't succeed either, though. We died and we were resurrected by game shenanigans as God Tiers. Me in an awesome cape and you dressed up like a 90's rave hippy. We rose up to meet up with the remainder of the trolls who didn't kill each other and.. well. We got hornswoggled. We did fuck all with the damn sun, Scratch duped us. It just got bigger in the end? I dunno, it's been a really long time." He circles his hand through the air as he talks. "We spent about 3 years on that hunk of rock. I dated Terezi, we broke up. You have some thing with Kanaya and you ditch me for dates. We meet more trolls, they're all awful and that's about all there is to say. We're waiting for the meteor to take us someplace. Uhh- Oh yeah. We're going to another universe and, check this. It's where old Rose was from. The one where our Mom and Bro are kids and we're the fuck-up adults. So at some point, we're going to meet them for more than a few seconds. Is this too much? Should I stop?"
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In the end, there's quite a bit on the metaphorical chopping board. There's a lot he's not willing to tell her, there are things he doesn't want to have to explain. Not in front of a live audience. Not ever. How do you tell someone that their life crumpled into a drunken stupor? How do you tell them that and explain how little you managed to help in the end? How the fuck is he meant to finish up that little anecdote and move on to tell her that it is over for him. That she's probably back home and burying him in the ground because his run of the game is over.
He can't, and he won't. He feels sick even thinking about it. He doesn't want her pity or her misery over it, he'll leave that stone unturned for her if he can help it.
"Alright so, the last thing you remember is The Green Sun, right?" He even does some jazz hands to account for the fact that he can't make his words ominous and green. "That wasn't the end for us, no. We didn't succeed either, though. We died and we were resurrected by game shenanigans as God Tiers. Me in an awesome cape and you dressed up like a 90's rave hippy. We rose up to meet up with the remainder of the trolls who didn't kill each other and.. well. We got hornswoggled. We did fuck all with the damn sun, Scratch duped us. It just got bigger in the end? I dunno, it's been a really long time." He circles his hand through the air as he talks. "We spent about 3 years on that hunk of rock. I dated Terezi, we broke up. You have some thing with Kanaya and you ditch me for dates. We meet more trolls, they're all awful and that's about all there is to say. We're waiting for the meteor to take us someplace. Uhh- Oh yeah. We're going to another universe and, check this. It's where old Rose was from. The one where our Mom and Bro are kids and we're the fuck-up adults. So at some point, we're going to meet them for more than a few seconds. Is this too much? Should I stop?"