zagreus sits inside your head...

[sits_inside]

Here is the Doctor.

Or rather, here is Zagreus.

When he knows who he is at all, of course.  At the moment, he doesn't seem to have noticed he's wandered into the Nexus at all, looking thoroughly distracted and muttering darkly to himself.  'Zagreus seeks the hero's ship/ Zagreus needs the web to rip/ Zagreus sups time at a drip-' he pauses briefly to

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[sits_inside]

As it happens, he's not listening closely. In fact, despite the fact that he's looking for something- he thinks, anyway- he's not paying much attention to anything outside of his own confusing, the two voices each trying to drown each other out inside his head. And so it is that he doesn't even notice the Valeyar until the man speaks. When he does, though, he doesn't seem terribly surprised when he turns to face him, a knowing look on his face.

A knowing look which falters for a moment, giving way to the honest confusion of the Doctor, grasping futilely at recognition of his future self. There's a light in his eyes, just for an instant, that's not unnatural, but it's quenched a moment later as Zagreus reasserts himself.

He arches an eyebrow, his face smoothing into cruel, vaguely amused boredom. 'Yes,' he drawls, a strange, almost electric undertone to his voice like half-heard thunder, 'they do keep saying that. And yet here I am. Funny how these things work. You should know, Time Lord, there's more truth to legends than most people give credence to.'