In that all-too familiar setting that has completely dominated the greater part of this game (we're sorry about that), Sark has gotten desperate... ( ...... )
Dmitri is rattling - honest-to-god rattling, if you count in the cuffs and her teeth - and some of it is pain and some of it is cold and most of it is those gunshots, including the one throbbing in her shoulder, mostly the ones in the next room. And Sark is walking out of here, just like that - come in, get April killed, walk out, fucking great, fucking charming, and while Dmitri can't honestly say she would have preferred that it be her, he was the one to screw up, he should be the one to pay, but of course if shoulds were is-s and wishes were horses...
Goddamnit!
But their friendly neighborhood not-even-remotely-Jack is looking green around the gills and ever so slightly more human, or maybe it's just desperation and a concussion painting him that way, and Dmitri just heard one of her friends die in the next room over. And it's going to happen again, isn't it? Maybe to Tosh. Maybe to her. And she cannot deal with that now.
"Thane," she says - and then, quickly, "that's your name, right? Listen - you've got not reason to listen, I get that, I'm a smart kid, but you want to talk advantages, fourteen seconds, I'm not kidding, I know I can't offer to help you and I know you know I don't want to, but what you're doing, I can tell you-"
And Thane, who isn't in the mood for anyone, let alone bitch little angel-girls who have mocked him since the beginning and should have been broken to bits by now. He lets her talk only until he can cross the floor to her and hit her in the face, hard.
And then he doesn't care about keeping her alive as an exhibition, or making the Doctor watch this, or anything but violence, and he keeps hitting after her body goes limp. Face, chest, stomach, anything, it's just meat and his fists and his anger and him on his knees to stay with her until he comes back to his eyes and realizes that there's blood on his hands and his breathing is ragged and oh, fuck, oh, fuck, he's losing it. Like he hasn't lost it since Basic, like he didn't even lose it then, he's fucked-up and tearing the universe down with his own two hands around him and what happened to seven years of focus and one perfect goal?
He steps back, staggers back, activates his wristband. She's alive. Barely. Not going to be soon unless he fixes things, and when has he been the one to fix things? She needs a doctor, not the Doctor, but a common one for ruptured flesh and broken bones, and he's not going to surrender to this.
He punches something into the wristband - there are hospitals aplenty around here - and teleports away. Two now very silent rooms lie behind him.
Goddamnit!
But their friendly neighborhood not-even-remotely-Jack is looking green around the gills and ever so slightly more human, or maybe it's just desperation and a concussion painting him that way, and Dmitri just heard one of her friends die in the next room over. And it's going to happen again, isn't it? Maybe to Tosh. Maybe to her. And she cannot deal with that now.
"Thane," she says - and then, quickly, "that's your name, right? Listen - you've got not reason to listen, I get that, I'm a smart kid, but you want to talk advantages, fourteen seconds, I'm not kidding, I know I can't offer to help you and I know you know I don't want to, but what you're doing, I can tell you-"
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And then he doesn't care about keeping her alive as an exhibition, or making the Doctor watch this, or anything but violence, and he keeps hitting after her body goes limp. Face, chest, stomach, anything, it's just meat and his fists and his anger and him on his knees to stay with her until he comes back to his eyes and realizes that there's blood on his hands and his breathing is ragged and oh, fuck, oh, fuck, he's losing it. Like he hasn't lost it since Basic, like he didn't even lose it then, he's fucked-up and tearing the universe down with his own two hands around him and what happened to seven years of focus and one perfect goal?
He steps back, staggers back, activates his wristband. She's alive. Barely. Not going to be soon unless he fixes things, and when has he been the one to fix things? She needs a doctor, not the Doctor, but a common one for ruptured flesh and broken bones, and he's not going to surrender to this.
He punches something into the wristband - there are hospitals aplenty around here - and teleports away. Two now very silent rooms lie behind him.
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