"I think you are assuming a good deal about what I have the ability to test here," Gold says with mild discomfort.
He opens the door to let him in and show him to the kitchen. He keeps the last bottle of the water stored there. Not one of the large jugs he'd seen him filling.
The bottle is also tinted to make any images in the water near impossible to make out. But once it is taken out of storage it is almost like...you can hear something distant.
"I'm not going to claim I can give you a definitive answer to that. A blast to the face seemed to be enough, but I didn't exactly survey anyone to see if they ingested any."
"You should come to the MedBay I do have scientific instruments there. If you wanted to pop on by? I also brought a vial for your water if you don't mind." The Doctor notice the tint in the water.
"It's something to test. There's too much mind control happening out there! And the after math is going to hell!"
Gold unstoppers the vial before doing the same with the battle. He has very steady hands and very easily fills it without spilling a drop. He is pointedly not looking at the water itself. He doesn't need to know what it is trying to remember for him or show the rest of the world.
"There's always more than you think there is," he says rather sourly, sealing the vial again.
The Doctor has questions about what he saw, about the other's man's inner pain. But now, he really has to make a choice, it's dangerous for others to see another face in the water. On the other hand, he knows from the after victims of The Master, how awful mind control can leave one feeling emotionally and he can't allow that pain, can he?
The Doctor rubs his hand on his face, "If I ever see that man with a hook here, I'll make sure he gets what he deserves for shooting someone."
Odd to hear. And Gold is a little surprised at himself that he feels some immediate objection. But in fairness, the man would exhaust all avenues to justify himself, especially if it meant damaging any standing Gold has here. "Being run over wasn't enough, you figure?"
Hook got a lot more coming to him after that. Gradually, of course.
"With all hope he doesn't." Not just because Neal is here but Emma is here, and he doesn't trust him with the mother of his grandchild. "But well. More's the pity that deaths aren't permanent here." And he actually doesn't have enough ire for him to do it more than once.
"Good." The Doctor remarks firmly, even if he can feel the swell of hate he has for Daleks boil in him and how he doesn't hessite to kill them anymore. Expect, it's not The Doctor doing the killing, but allows the humans do so for them. For a moment, Gold might see that flare of fire in those eyes that was in the first memory. That of something that would take you down.
"...The waters were a touch kinder to you, I feel, than me." But then he doesn't have a lot of happy memories. "I appreciate your discretion, but I suppose that is one way to learn I am not a terribly kind person under several circumstances."
"You don't want me under certain circumstances." Which made it harder to emotionally connect at times. A companion that was willing to get over the rough patches was a wonderful thing.
"A lecture wasn't going to do you any good. But I am disappointed by the both of you in that memory. I have higher exceptions in humanity. You're too good at hating each other at times."
A shrug that says that's fair. You kinda have him in a box here. "Assuming we are opening the doors to talk about these things, now, with the possibility of leaving the subject completely afterward: I might have a question or two."
At least he's had time to think on how to frame this question with some delicacy. "In the first vision you were quite recognizable. A difference in age, perhaps. The other, not so much. May I ask why?"
He wasn't certain what he expected if the Doctor chose to answer him, but it's not that. His eyebrows go up. "Interesting." He chooses to keep it light, and not address the fact that if he no longer looks like that, it means he died. "Thank you for clarifying."
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He opens the door to let him in and show him to the kitchen. He keeps the last bottle of the water stored there. Not one of the large jugs he'd seen him filling.
The bottle is also tinted to make any images in the water near impossible to make out. But once it is taken out of storage it is almost like...you can hear something distant.
"I'm not going to claim I can give you a definitive answer to that. A blast to the face seemed to be enough, but I didn't exactly survey anyone to see if they ingested any."
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"It's something to test. There's too much mind control happening out there! And the after math is going to hell!"
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"There's always more than you think there is," he says rather sourly, sealing the vial again.
True? perhaps. Safer to assume than not.
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"I don't blame you. You're probably going to have to learn to distribute this without touching it."
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The Doctor rubs his hand on his face, "If I ever see that man with a hook here, I'll make sure he gets what he deserves for shooting someone."
After a good talk down of course.
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Hook got a lot more coming to him after that. Gradually, of course.
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He chose the latter. "I was informed some time ago. People return to life if they die here."
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"That doesn't make dying any less painful." The Doctor remarks plainly and with press lips.
He doesn't like how he can relate to Gold's memories of being violent when sad. That use to be very him at one point and still might be.
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Making very clear. Yes, he would absolutely kill this person, but it is not worth it if he still has to put up with him afterward.
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"I used to be a woman. That woman you saw. I regenerate when I die."
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