"He's not hiding behind me," Dipper says, spider-like arms and legs blocking the entrance of the little dead end. "In me, maybe."

He turns his head away and the little light in his eye socket winks off and on like a blink.

"He's in all of us. Or maybe it's more like we're in him. That's what this whole place is, you know."

The Faceless' body.

"You'll wind up a part of him one way or another, but you get to choose whether you're just...food that gets made into cells and tissue or uuuh, antibodies, I guess. Is the closest comparison."

He looks at Hiccup pleadingly, the little light burning brightly.

"You and Toothless could still be you. At least a little bit. But you have to stop fighting so hard."