[ @chaosvice ] → A Compromise with Chaos and Science ...
Two long-time friends, joining forces through the pulling hands of Science... that is what the Doctor had intended on reuniting today. (They are seated on the opposite ends of the dining table, after all.) Instead of being a relaxing time, as the Agent has always been so inclined to make it such, the Doctor tastes the bitter tang of tension on his tongue instead. That should not be the case- he had simply invited him for the sake of... friendship! Nevermind the gore. Nevermind the blood spilling onto their meals.
However, despite his good will, the Agent doesn’t eat. Food still drapes over his plate. The Doctor, on the other hand, is enjoying every morsel of it, even as the elephant in the room keeps swinging in the air above them. The elephant does not swing for long. The Doctor might have let it crash onto the table.
‘Too bad,’ the Doctor thinks to himself, ‘and just as we were having such a lovely time, too...’
❝ Agent. ❞ The Doctor says, a toothy grin on his features. (If the Agent looks, he would see the rows of flashing, inhuman teeth. Hyde always shows at his worst; his impatience will be the downfall of him, one day...) but the Doctor keeps him at bay. For now.
Instead, he listens. The Doctor places his elbows on the table and leans in, his head nodding in acknowledgement- though his lips tug at a frown at the mention of their decision. Who would have known that the blossoming thorn in his side was because of the one council he thought could understand him?
Their flippance is cruel. Their ignorance that bleeds into their promises of ‘a better solution’- now, mind you, reader, still lie at his feet, yet to be fulfilled. They need subjects to rule over? They need the Storm to be nullfied? He has given them his solution- the solution. He has tested, he has researched- what more do they need? What other choice do they have?
❝ Oh, absolutely! I can’t be mad at the big bad bringing up... a couple of ethical concerns! ❞ He laughs, before taking a sip of murkish liquid. His cup is near empty. The smile in his eyes fades. What does the Villainous Council want? With their ambivalence, the Doctor does not quite know.
Nevertheless, if the Agent wants to converse... ❝ You know, old friend, if you have any ideas in that villainous head of yours, I’d love to hear it. Let’s consider this the Q&A section at the end, hm? Any questions, suggestions, ways that you lot have come up with to end the end of the world as we know it- what is a scientist if not a man who questions? ❞
He hates questions.