Yeah, same.

Apart from being locked in the TARDIS for several hours, I'm fine.

[So that's why the old girl was panicking.] He did it, didn't he?

Thank Rassilon he didn't harm you.

He did. He stole my ventilator, so I couldn't leave. It was tedious, but I was unharmed. [And he's underplaying how much it bothered him.]

[After a long pause, he adds:]

I'm sorry he used me to facilitate his plans.

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I'm just glad you're out. I resent that he used you to get to me.

What do you intend to do with him?

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Funny thing. My continued life, my ability to travel depends on my ability to redeem him. It seems most unlikely, doesn't it? However, like I said in my journal whatever he's done he's brought upon himself. Your warden, Harper, may choose a punishment as he sees fit, implement it as is his right and I won't object. Right now he's to share a portion of my death toll with me. He's running the risk of-

[A pause]

-of experiencing something I've done to someone before. I was so very close to doing it.

I don't think Harper will ask to punish him. He didn't harm me, after all.

How are you sharing the Death Toll, Doctor?

My dreams. I'm sharing my dreams with him. My psychic abilities are particularly strong this regeneration.

I heard her. She was upset, because you were upset. Sometimes when you're upset, I feel aggravated and irritable. My companions, occasionally when they feel sad, I feel sad. Just sometimes. It comes through most clearly with particular passion. Or when the old girl is involved.

Good. He deserves it.

I sometimes forget-- I'm unaccustomed to sentient ships. [He pauses, then ventures:] What will happen to his accomplice? Or accomplices.

I will speak with Loki's warden about Loki. He did reveal the plot, after all. I'm only now aware that the other Armand was involved.

[Rex doesn't answer for a long while, then he responds with:]

Armand was coerced.

...With your ventilator. [More of a statement than a question.]

I will take that into consideration. One can't accuse him of being good at making friends. [He's referring to the Joker, there.]

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[arahfaoisfhoai] Yes.

[Dammit, why must all of his good intentions be smothered in terrible results. Especially for those people he cares about the most.] If you must stay away to recover from a traumatic event, I'll understand.

[And for a moment, a microsecond, there's another part of that. An especially fast reader could catch it maybe before he deletes it.]

I'll miss you desperately.

[It's quickly replaced with.]

In any event, the key remains yours. Please be well.

No, that won't be necessary. [Pause. He doesn't catch the whole sentence before it vanishes.] I'd like to continue my project. If you don't mind.

Good. I would like that. [A pained but a slightly happier Time Lord is now in the infirmary.]

I couldn't stop him. [There is a tinge of guilt that he can't quite stamp down.] I'm sorry.

There was only seconds by the time I made it. You couldn't have anyway.

How are you feeling? [Subject changes hide ridiculous guilt!]

Like death warmed over.

[Flatly.]

Anything I can do for you?

...Joker's going to need a doctor, by the way.

In my opinion the physical pain of death tolling is greater, but on the upside you don't need to change your entire wardrobe afterward.

This is true. Nor am I woefully befuddled and confused. I hurt, but I have my senses. Perhaps too keenly.

Seconding the wanting my inmate, when I get one, stopped if he's acting disorderly.

I'd probably give the same permission if it wasn't for the fact that Omega doesn't act disorderly.

Charming.

Well you don't. You're too intelligent to go around trashing things and killing people at random for no reason but to show you can.

[reviews his reasons for deaths… … clothes… sudden conscience attack… irritation/attachment to now nonexistent rep… proof he can? No.] I can't promise I won't break things.

All right, but I still trust you.

It's easier than pulling yourself together. Takes days and even then it takes a while to get your mind in order.

I imagine it is.

Have you tried the death toll, yet? Quite a rush outside of the agonizing and excruciating pain. [Oooooow, his toenails even hurt.]

No, well, you know how I feel about explosions.

[He chuckles a little in pain, yay hurting amusement.]

Do you need anything, Doctor?

Tea.



And possibly a colouring book.

Alright, I'll be right over with tea.

How's markers and paper?

Thank you, that will do nicely.

Alright, I'll bring them by in a bit, yeah? I just need to pop over to my room and grab them.

You died?