"I should like you to know that being forced to tell the truth in no way prohibits the use of my Disruptor or somehow interferes with my aim."
Theta waved a hand in annoyance as if he would be able to swat away all the tiny sparks that accompanied his words. It didn't work. They started when he spoke and fell until he stopped.
"I think you're a damaged person, and that makes you dangerous. Damaged people know how and that they can survive. I'm also sure you know the Doctor, but I don't know how, and they won't tell me. I've never met another you but all of them from Ten on seem to know your name. This leads me to the consideration that you're a singularity and the universe hates such a thing."
His nose wrinkled up, teeth exposed in a silent snarl as he fought the spell and lost. Again.
"I think your death would hurt Eleven more than Ten which benefits me if it could be horrific enough. Anger makes him stupid, but only for a precious few seconds before that cold fury steps in. It would take planning, doing things delicately. I might like Twelve more than Eleven. I hate Eleven. He's too unlike me. You're bearable for a human, but you're still dangerous and the predator in me doesn't like it. Being around you is like holding onto a Tesla coil, that jolt and sizzle with my hair trying to stand up on end."
Theta shrugged helplessly. None of these were things he wanted to say. It was best to let people think he liked them or didn't look at them while it clicked along in his head how best to use them to wound the Doctor.
"I don't know what makes you so damned special, makes you echo, but I'll find it out. I always do."
It really shouldn't surprise her that Theta has a plan for her death. Not after she'd seen the ghosts that haunted her TARDIS. There was a reason that despite her easy words, she was always on guard around him. The banter was one thing, but River always had an eye on him. His words are interesting.
'Bearable' coming from Theta seems like almost a compliment. She'd also assumed he knew more about her than he actually did. But she supposed one day he would find out how she knew the Doctor, what her role was in the grand scheme of things. His killer, his wife. She wondered what Theta would think of that.
But, alas-spoilers.
"You will, no doubt."
River waves some of the gold flakes out of her own face where they'd hung in the air after Theta had finished talking, sneezing a few she must have inhaled out as well.
"It's nothing personal. I think of how everyone's death benefits me. Part of the perils of being immortal."
Trying to stop himself wasn't helping. All he could do was look angry and snarl. If in doubt, growl about it.
"I will, yes. I always do. I'm better than the Doctor, especially Eleven. He can strut and preen all he wants, but in the end, he's a walking shadow, a poor player. And he knows it."
Theta waved a hand in annoyance as if he would be able to swat away all the tiny sparks that accompanied his words. It didn't work. They started when he spoke and fell until he stopped.
"I think you're a damaged person, and that makes you dangerous. Damaged people know how and that they can survive. I'm also sure you know the Doctor, but I don't know how, and they won't tell me. I've never met another you but all of them from Ten on seem to know your name. This leads me to the consideration that you're a singularity and the universe hates such a thing."
His nose wrinkled up, teeth exposed in a silent snarl as he fought the spell and lost. Again.
"I think your death would hurt Eleven more than Ten which benefits me if it could be horrific enough. Anger makes him stupid, but only for a precious few seconds before that cold fury steps in. It would take planning, doing things delicately. I might like Twelve more than Eleven. I hate Eleven. He's too unlike me. You're bearable for a human, but you're still dangerous and the predator in me doesn't like it. Being around you is like holding onto a Tesla coil, that jolt and sizzle with my hair trying to stand up on end."
Theta shrugged helplessly. None of these were things he wanted to say. It was best to let people think he liked them or didn't look at them while it clicked along in his head how best to use them to wound the Doctor.
"I don't know what makes you so damned special, makes you echo, but I'll find it out. I always do."
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'Bearable' coming from Theta seems like almost a compliment. She'd also assumed he knew more about her than he actually did. But she supposed one day he would find out how she knew the Doctor, what her role was in the grand scheme of things. His killer, his wife. She wondered what Theta would think of that.
But, alas-spoilers.
"You will, no doubt."
River waves some of the gold flakes out of her own face where they'd hung in the air after Theta had finished talking, sneezing a few she must have inhaled out as well.
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Trying to stop himself wasn't helping. All he could do was look angry and snarl. If in doubt, growl about it.
"I will, yes. I always do. I'm better than the Doctor, especially Eleven. He can strut and preen all he wants, but in the end, he's a walking shadow, a poor player. And he knows it."
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