Fate? He hated that word, actually. Fate was the easy way out, what he always thought was a lazy explanation. Horrible word, “fate!” The Doctor disliked Sobek even more than he already did, because he knew what Fate meant to a “god” like this alien. Means to rationalize everything to himself, his followers, a sort of catch-all phrase. Like many of the would-be gods, he’d met, this one seemed to have the funny little opinion that he deserved all…what was it he said. Oh yes. His “due”.
The Doctor glanced at the others: Eva and Vala, both defiant, Jamie trying and looking to him for guidance, Eneesh ducking her head and trying to make herself look as small a bug as possible, and the Master...oh yes. He was doing things as he always did, the Doctor not even sure why he still felt that disappointment wash over him and yet still surprised at the intensity of it all.
And Daniel-Sobek. With the Crocodile God's helm down, he could see just how inhuman he looked - a parasite wearing Daniel Jackson's body and face, controlling his nervous system right down to the faintest of ticks in the muscle of his jaw, and somehow it didn't fit him at all. It wasn't just the eyes. The body was human but there wasn't that -- that spark, what made Daniel Daniel, from Otter Soother to archeologist to human to someone the Doctor could have called a friend. Something else was looking at him out of those eyes. The Doctor looked that Something in his stolen face.
"Why? I'd think a god like yourself could manage a simple hop or two across dimensions, don't you?" The Doctor's smile was tight. "Not much to say, really! Especially not to an Immortal that can see all and know all…assuming this is basics to you and assuming you haven't had even an ounce fallibility to fall out of practice.”
Re: PART 2: Throne room -[Eleven]
The Doctor glanced at the others: Eva and Vala, both defiant, Jamie trying and looking to him for guidance, Eneesh ducking her head and trying to make herself look as small a bug as possible, and the Master...oh yes. He was doing things as he always did, the Doctor not even sure why he still felt that disappointment wash over him and yet still surprised at the intensity of it all.
And Daniel-Sobek. With the Crocodile God's helm down, he could see just how inhuman he looked - a parasite wearing Daniel Jackson's body and face, controlling his nervous system right down to the faintest of ticks in the muscle of his jaw, and somehow it didn't fit him at all. It wasn't just the eyes. The body was human but there wasn't that -- that spark, what made Daniel Daniel, from Otter Soother to archeologist to human to someone the Doctor could have called a friend. Something else was looking at him out of those eyes. The Doctor looked that Something in his stolen face.
"Why? I'd think a god like yourself could manage a simple hop or two across dimensions, don't you?" The Doctor's smile was tight. "Not much to say, really! Especially not to an Immortal that can see all and know all…assuming this is basics to you and assuming you haven't had even an ounce fallibility to fall out of practice.”