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Who: The Doctor | Arthas | Tirion
What: Surprise brain-fix
When: *wobbly thread hands to whenever this is done*
Where: Arthas's room
Warnings & Notes: Probably Arthas's nightmare fuel of a mind. Maybe language
Outside Arthas's room, a tiny Time Lord watched the door as if it were the colossal entrance to a terrible temple, waiting for Tirion to come along all the while.
The Doctor hadn't been as stubborn as he had used to be. Twice now he'd admitted defeat. That he was being worse for someone than better and he couldn't allow that to progress irreparably. He was really beginning to doubt what good that he could do anyone here, save for that loathsome creature that had been assigned to him at first and somehow, in being his antithesis, he gave him ground to build from.
Arthas was another failure, one that had great potential but then circumstances had worked against him before he could manage to do any good and the madman slipped from his grasp even before he had a chance to get a handle on him. He still needed to try, though, and to give Tirion that chance to do the mending he so badly wished to do.
In the event of so many disappearances, and so many people leaving, Of the thought there was a man on this ship who had gone out of his way to make the lives of so many people so much more excruciating because he was either robbed of caring himself or trying to strip it away from others. it made the most sense to do. To peace together the broken bits so once again there was something other than violence and destruction.
And then, maybe if there was a little bit of success there, he could keep working altogether.
What: Surprise brain-fix
When: *wobbly thread hands to whenever this is done*
Where: Arthas's room
Warnings & Notes: Probably Arthas's nightmare fuel of a mind. Maybe language
Outside Arthas's room, a tiny Time Lord watched the door as if it were the colossal entrance to a terrible temple, waiting for Tirion to come along all the while.
The Doctor hadn't been as stubborn as he had used to be. Twice now he'd admitted defeat. That he was being worse for someone than better and he couldn't allow that to progress irreparably. He was really beginning to doubt what good that he could do anyone here, save for that loathsome creature that had been assigned to him at first and somehow, in being his antithesis, he gave him ground to build from.
Arthas was another failure, one that had great potential but then circumstances had worked against him before he could manage to do any good and the madman slipped from his grasp even before he had a chance to get a handle on him. He still needed to try, though, and to give Tirion that chance to do the mending he so badly wished to do.
In the event of so many disappearances, and so many people leaving, Of the thought there was a man on this ship who had gone out of his way to make the lives of so many people so much more excruciating because he was either robbed of caring himself or trying to strip it away from others. it made the most sense to do. To peace together the broken bits so once again there was something other than violence and destruction.
And then, maybe if there was a little bit of success there, he could keep working altogether.