"I am still not used to it."

"That's, yeah, that's fair. At least I had a couple days to acclimate before--" Vague gesture. "Makes sense."

"This-- isn't so strange. Death is. And the way you can move so much material so quickly. I could not have dug a tunnel so fast no matter what tool I used, but here, I can."

“…Oh. Um. Well. That was—about the same for me? I, uh, hope it’s a good sort of strange?”

"It's-- mostly good."

“That’s good, then. Well. Mostly.”

"I will get used to it. --and you will too. Probably."

“For sure, yeah.”

"What was it like where you were before?"

“Um. I don’t remember much, to be honest? —That’s, uh, going to be my answer to most questions, I have memory problems.”

"Sorry to hear about that."

“Eh, it’s fine, I don’t mind. I write down the important things so I don’t forget them unless I want to.”

"It sounds like a good method."

"It is, yeah! Yeah."

"Do you mind if I ask a sensitive question?"

“Um. …Sure, go for it.” Ranboo considers the ground and starts punching another grass block. 

"If it was only your decision, what would you want to happen to Tommy?"

“…I don’t—

It’s a bad situation. But I don’t think he should be exiled. He’s not— Tubbo thinks he’s selfish, that he’s being selfish, but… He’s not. I don’t think he is, I don’t… believe that. Maybe he’s made some mistakes, but…” Sigh. “What would you do, if it was your choice?”

"I would not exile him."

Nod. “Well. The decision’s tomorrow. I… I guess we’ll see.”

"I do not know enough about the watchers to guess what they'll say."

“I don’t either, really. They… like it when we’re interesting, I think? But I don’t know which option is more interesting to them.”

"Mmm." It really depends on whether the watchers think a doomed siege or being torn apart is now entertaining, he doesn't say.

Yeah. There isn’t really much else to say about that. Grass block: placed on the ground in a different location. 

"I should probably leave you to what you are doing."