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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

He tried to think of something witty to say in response to Gambit. Really he did. He wanted to fling something at him to make that red head spin and the Cajun go 'huh?' Instead, the Doctor was silent - his mind frozen in a sludge of near exhaustion. "Weak?" The Doctor repeated quietly, his questioning tone dimmed only by his distraction. He didn't understand where the Cajun was coming from - though, the Doctor sympathized. There was a time when all he'd wanted to do was travel alone for the rest of time. For he and his stolen Police Box to travel the cosmos in peace. People meant hurt. People meant pain. People meant that he'd always be reminded of just how alone he was.

Perhaps he wasn't as over all that as he thought.

"Are you trying to rid yourself of your jacket?" He asked quietly, watching as it glowed faintly in the dark.

"You think you made friends with our captor? The person whose lone objective seems torture and experimentation?" The Doctor was looking at Gambit like he had five heads.

"I could not leave these people behind, friend or not. I have a duty, a responsibility, a code. I wouldn't leave them. I wouldn't leave you."