Ford lay where he’d landed, flat on his back staring up at the mottle blue/orange/grey sky.
This was all his fault.
It
was hard to accept, after all this time. He’d managed to make his peace
with the fact that it was his creation of the portal that had caused
the Transcendence in the end, even if Stanley had been the one to bring
it back to working order. He’d been angry at Stan for that, but in the
end, well, he’d built it. He’d hidden the warnings and underestimated
what Stanley would do for family. The responsibility was his.And so was his great nephew’s condition.
Oh, Dipper and Mabel tried to convince him otherwise, but he
knew better. And he knew his great nephew was still scared of him
sometimes.And that was his own fault, too.