Sobek seemed to have his helmet off more often than not these days.
The Doctor was convinced this was probably on purpose, calculated because the God knew just how fond he was of the humans and therefore waving that fact that he'd taken one as his host, all because he could. The Doctor knew what was behind Daniel Jackson's eyes. But there was always that split second where it still startled him to see the helm's plates fold down and there was the human's face, right down to the smile and the slight stress lines in his face.
"Did you know procrastination's an art on some planets? It's loads more interesting than the Time Vortex," the Doctor offers a feeble smile, feeling his single-heart stuttering and struggling in his chest. His expression borders on wan.
He didn't bother to ask for Daniel back. Sobek over the months had made it more than clear that he planned to keep the human and the knowledge he was leeching from him. Asking anymore would be an exercise in futility and even the Doctor had a point where he stopped giving other people second or third or fourth chances.
The Doctor's eyes followed Sobek to the device, tensing up despite himself. He wasn't entirely sure how much he'd been unable to keep and what he'd bled out himself, just that perfect shade of accidentally on-purpose off. Right now he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if -- and this was still an if - Sobek tried to use the Time engines he was trying to stuck onto his fleet of ships out in the monsoon.
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The Doctor was convinced this was probably on purpose, calculated because the God knew just how fond he was of the humans and therefore waving that fact that he'd taken one as his host, all because he could. The Doctor knew what was behind Daniel Jackson's eyes. But there was always that split second where it still startled him to see the helm's plates fold down and there was the human's face, right down to the smile and the slight stress lines in his face.
"Did you know procrastination's an art on some planets? It's loads more interesting than the Time Vortex," the Doctor offers a feeble smile, feeling his single-heart stuttering and struggling in his chest. His expression borders on wan.
He didn't bother to ask for Daniel back. Sobek over the months had made it more than clear that he planned to keep the human and the knowledge he was leeching from him. Asking anymore would be an exercise in futility and even the Doctor had a point where he stopped giving other people second or third or fourth chances.
The Doctor's eyes followed Sobek to the device, tensing up despite himself. He wasn't entirely sure how much he'd been unable to keep and what he'd bled out himself, just that perfect shade of accidentally on-purpose off. Right now he wasn't entirely sure what would happen if -- and this was still an if - Sobek tried to use the Time engines he was trying to stuck onto his fleet of ships out in the monsoon.