[there’s a terrible sort of deja vu, here, the worst kind, the kind that stirs unremembered horror and unknowing right in the nuclei of your very cells… he looks like The Watcher, the unlife between lives that transitioned his Fourth life into his Fifth… that seamless faceless face all in white… only the outfit is so very considerably darker…]
Don’t ever mistake me for nice. [this a blithely menacing reminder]
Although, while we’re on the subject, you could’ve picked a better English tutor than Gollum.
[It laughs, a soft noise like dry crackling leaves or static.] He forgot how words work. Were not important like other things he had to remember. Niiiiice.... No, Doctor is not nice. Never was, never will be. [There's that white noise laugh again.]
Does Doctor want to play a game? Hide and Seek. Doctor can be the hide, and he will seek.
