[Putting up.]
[Jerks away from Talia, and strides to center stage. Doesn't shoot a laser at the ceiling, but goddammit, he WANTS to.
Got your attention? Good. Speaking loudly, evenly, at a good measured pace.]
Delirium is more than a god. She doesn't exist in one dimension- she's there in ALL of them. She was there in mine, she was there in yours [pointing to Shouta], and she's damn well supposed to be here.
So.
Nothing you do to her in ONE dimension is going to matter to her in any other. And nobody stuck in one dimension - which, last I checked, includes most of us here, as well as every single person outside of this room - is going to be able to do anything to her at all.
We following? Now. He -- [a point to the Doctor] has a ship, which we know for a fact crosses dimensions. He also said it himself: it brought him here. And when it did - on the exact same night, I might add, that Delirium disappeared - it put out a HELL of a lot of energy. We can prove this. [Clicking his own remote; energy readings, onscreen.]
It's been running quiet since - sulking, he says. But if it puts out that kind of energy, on as constant a level as you'd think from both OUR evidence [gesture to Talia] and his OWN casual accounts of a life of temporal joyrides, then a substantially more plausible reason for why it's not doing it now would be?
It's using all that interdimensionally-capable energy for something else.
[Pause. Flat look at the Nights.]
I'm aware this isn't proof, thanks. But it's a hell of a lot more cause for suspicion than we've got for anybody else in this room. Which your mentor, last I knew him, valued way higher than a search warrant.
And just because I'm used to being taken for an idiot doesn't mean I enjoy it.
[A flickered glare past the Doctor at this last, arms folded, and he's done.]