He reeled as if struck by a blow, turning an incredulous look upon the Doctor. He could feel his hearts speeding up at the rush of a new emotion. He swallowed, taking a moment to find his voice, then his eyes narrowed in pure, unadulterated anger.
"You want it," he said. He had thought so at another, earlier time as well, but dismissed it. "You're not even fighting it. You fought me. Even with your silence you still fought, and you're giving in to this thing that you've become."
He turned slightly on the bed, reaching out with his good arm to grab the Doctor by the front of his suit, his voice a low hiss. "You aren't allowed to give him that! Do you understand me?"
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Date: 2011-12-21 01:05 am (UTC)"You want it," he said. He had thought so at another, earlier time as well, but dismissed it. "You're not even fighting it. You fought me. Even with your silence you still fought, and you're giving in to this thing that you've become."
He turned slightly on the bed, reaching out with his good arm to grab the Doctor by the front of his suit, his voice a low hiss. "You aren't allowed to give him that! Do you understand me?"