Her eyes were on the Doctor until he shifted, squeezed her hand softly. She squeezed back, moving closer, smoothing his hair back away from his forehead. Pressed her palm to his cheek, brow furrowed darkly in concern.
The Doctor looked knowing, like he anticipated the outcome. He had that look on his face, that I'm so, so sorry look, and if he even tried to say the words, she'd punch him square in the face.
"Yes, well, that's what they do, the entire species is built around getting in and taking over. Purgatory... it's not like Earth, it's a lot more conceptual, you see, most of the beings exist on a metaphysical plane, which-"
Rose stared at him, and he trailed off, open and closing his mouth, then rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
"Right. Yeah. Ghosty-wosty. They're in his head."
"There's gotta be something you can do about it- some way to help?" She must have looked desperate, because he waffled reluctantly. The second he started with well, she knew she'd gotten through.
"It's not a guaranteed fix!" He warned her, backpedaling at her look. "I don't even know if it'll work, it's his soul we're trying to protect, not his mind... but I might be able to put up a sort of wall. It won't hold long, but hopefully it'll be long enough for the spear to suck the rest of them out before it breaks and starts pulling at him, too."
"Do it."
The Doctor shot Castiel a questioning look, as though he was any position to be making decisions at the moment. He glanced back to Rose.
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:48 am (UTC)The Doctor looked knowing, like he anticipated the outcome. He had that look on his face, that I'm so, so sorry look, and if he even tried to say the words, she'd punch him square in the face.
"Yes, well, that's what they do, the entire species is built around getting in and taking over. Purgatory... it's not like Earth, it's a lot more conceptual, you see, most of the beings exist on a metaphysical plane, which-"
Rose stared at him, and he trailed off, open and closing his mouth, then rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
"Right. Yeah. Ghosty-wosty. They're in his head."
"There's gotta be something you can do about it- some way to help?" She must have looked desperate, because he waffled reluctantly. The second he started with well, she knew she'd gotten through.
"It's not a guaranteed fix!" He warned her, backpedaling at her look. "I don't even know if it'll work, it's his soul we're trying to protect, not his mind... but I might be able to put up a sort of wall. It won't hold long, but hopefully it'll be long enough for the spear to suck the rest of them out before it breaks and starts pulling at him, too."
"Do it."
The Doctor shot Castiel a questioning look, as though he was any position to be making decisions at the moment. He glanced back to Rose.
"It's going to hurt."