[Holding the net in human fingers, and keeping metal ones held together flat, like a sheet of steel, he looks down at it, clearly... waiting for something. Avoiding looking at Dipper for the time being.]
[And...]
[And nothing happens. There's no flood of purple light, no change in feeling, there's only a hand. It doesn't even feel warm.]
[Inside, there is a sinking and twisting and hopeful feeling all at once. The look of readiness turns into shock. He's just standing there, staring at it.]
... nothing... happened...?
[Sorry, Dipper, give him a second, he'll explain later.]
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[And...]
[And nothing happens. There's no flood of purple light, no change in feeling, there's only a hand. It doesn't even feel warm.]
[Inside, there is a sinking and twisting and hopeful feeling all at once. The look of readiness turns into shock. He's just standing there, staring at it.]
... nothing... happened...?
[Sorry, Dipper, give him a second, he'll explain later.]