Of course Gambit wanted to check it out. Anyone worth their salt would want to check it out. The Doctor wanted to.
"You mean that fire in the bottom of your stomach and the back of your head? The one that makes you want to scream and pound and tear the lot of it to bits?" The Doctor knew rage. Intimately.
"The bringer of darkness. Destroyer of worlds. Oncoming storm," they all had an air of destruction to them, didn't they? Add a dash of rage, and hate and fear and you had the pronunciation correct. Though, the way the Doctor said them in turn they almost sounded sad. "That's what they called me." Who they was happened to be a question for another time.
"Well, I suppose we'll have to find out," he steered back onto the road and walked slowly from his post to where Gambit was being an apt sentry. "No time like the present."