There were many things that Dipper Pines regretted. Nqojwhs pak Svhiw Sbwxm- Wandering off into the woods at night, scribbling nonsense in his journal in a code that he didn’t pay attention to, or decipher- Making the choice that he made during the end of days. Oh yes, there were lots of things Dipper Pines has done that he’s later grown to regret.
...But what was the worth of regret, in the end? It was simply wishing that something could have been done differently- something could be reset, with the prior knowledge still in place. To live a life free of regret- that was truly the dream, wasn’t it?
Perhaps that’s why Dipper Pines left the building he called home in the middle of the night, scrawling unintelligble sentences in the margins of JOURNAL 2, writing down silent screams that would likely never be read, nor understood. Perhaps he truly wanted to right his wrongs.
Or perhaps he had simply let a thing that shouldn’t live anymore remain alive.
Regardless of the intent of Dipper Pines- he was in the forest, writing intently- it was almost as though he was begging for something to interrupt him.
But the question here is WOULD something interrupt him?