Sep 08, 2011 01:35
[Often the Doctor's broadcasts have been some level of unpleasant. He's been unhappy, frustrated, angry, even furious. Once or twice he's even been cheerful.
Today he's none of these things. He's not angry, not really. He is far beyond upset or unhappy. There's a weight in his shoulders that's never been there before, an emptiness in his eyes yet at the same time all the grief and the wrath and the hatred burning in him that hasn't been set free since the Time War. If anyone has ever seen his cheerful demeanor or heard his pearls of wisdom and wondered why he didn't wield a light saber with the other Jedi on the planet...this would clear up that question quite tidily.
To those who might recognize it, he stands as a man who has lost everything, even the dimmest spark of hope or worth in his life and his universe.
It is a dangerous, deadly way to stand, and only moreso for the Doctor. His clothes are rumpled, his eyes are red quite clearly from earlier tears, and there are more lines from age and weariness in his face than ever before.
For a long few moments he simply stands and stares...not quite at the communicator, not quite at anything at all. If he's indeed watching something, it's only a memory. Eventually, though, his attention shifts to the communicator and he speaks in a voice raw from recent screams.
On the contrary to those, his voice is level and quiet.]
If you want a war, then fine. You don't want peace, you don't want reason. You'll hold a cure over the heads of trillions of innocent people in exchange for that war? You'll let people die just to prove the power of your Dark Side and the righteousness of your war?
Fine.
Then you'll have your war.
the doctor - 10