017 [video]

[soundsofdrums]

[Yes, he's still at the clinic. Yes, he's still a bit injured and mentally unstable. No, he does not look any happier. It's a less silent anger than before, and his eyes are more focused, however.]

It never ends around here, does it, hmmm? It looks like someone's trying to have their own little fun with mind control. Pathetic attempt, if you'll ask me. Even more pathetic: hostages? I mean, really? Give up while you're ahead.


Filtered to the Tenth Doctor // Unhackable

Keep your mental walls up. I know you slept through practically every class on telepathy back at Academy, but now's not the time for your usual lazy stupidity.

And is it just me, or is there something not quite right your future self? When I sense him, something's simply....off. Even during the day hours.


Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor // Unhackable

You. Where are you. You've stopped visiting, my dear, and something's off with your mind.

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[Offline] :DDD Looking forward to it, then

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I'd hardly call it a rescue when it's simply taking back what is rightfully mine.

[He pauses at that last part.]

Ah, yes, of course. You know more than I do, don't you? Care to tell, then?

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[haspaceteeth.livejournal.com]

Yours? I've never belonged to you, and you know it. If I did, would I have even been able to leave in the first place? I would have stayed. But I didn't. Haven't you ever wondered just why that was?

Telling would be cheating. You can't cheat, you have to live. Or die. Or simply exist. Travel and live as you can and die by a lake, in a room, alone or with friends, changing everything, dying for nothing. Fixed points, fixed points. [His mental voice is speeding up, thoughts racing, overlapping, a single, linear sentence hard to pick out from the sudden chatter. But almost as quickly as it starts up, its quieting, leaving that veritable white noise in its place.] I shouldn't be talking.

But its boring.

And I'm not talking, am I?

[Offline] /sneaks in a tag while mostly asleep.

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor has a very valid point, there. And oh, it stings. It stings badly. Knowing it and hearing the man say it himself are two completely different things, especially when its being told directly into his mind.

He tries not to show how it affects him, focusing on the rest of the rambling; but the Doctor's telepathic connection with him tells more than he let's on.]

You--you are diseased. And don't think that you know more about death than I do. I haven't just regenerated, I've all out died at times.

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[haspaceteeth.livejournal.com]

[He can feel it. The almost... withdrawal . Like a wounded animal curling in on itself to escape further harm. And, funnily enough, the satisfaction he gets from it is... empty, in a sense. Strange, considering everything else he's been feeling.]

What is it like? That final step. Dying and knowing you won't open your eyes again.

Of course I'm diseased. But some diseases aren't fatal. Not yet. It won't get there.

[Offline] sleep is for loseeeeeers. also whoops forgot fancy italics

[soundsofdrums.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. Even in my thirteenth regeneration, even when I burned alive, even when I died in your arms and refused to regenerate-- I knew I was going to come back. I always do.

It won't get there because I am going to purge it from your mind.