faderift | Big Guy in the sky, He lied too

WHO: Doctor and Open (Some locked options in Comments)
WHAT: Doctor’s slower than usual recovery and other needs-must before the shift to Kirkwall
WHEN: From TTT return to Drakonis 30
WHERE: All around Skyhold and nearby outside
WARNINGS: The Doctor's story is sad and depressing and might come out a bit these days.
NOTES: Feel free to use these as starters, or make your own. If you have an idea and want me to write up a starer, send a PM.

Healing Tents
The little TTT group had made sure the Doctor got this far. He was fairly disappointed that he hadn’t healed as quickly as he was used to. On the other hand, given the bit of road-rash on his face from when he fell, it was probably for the best. If that healed too quickly, the game would be up for him. Now he was here, in one of the tents trying to ward off anyone trying to heal him with magic. Mostly, he just wanted to slip back to the cubby that he shared with Jamie and be done with it. He just needed to slip into his Time Lord healing coma and he’d be fine.

"Look, can you possibly do any of this without touching me?"

Herald’s Rest
The Doctor drinks wine now. He can’t stand anything else for now. He’s spending more and more time here. Partly to escape everyone and partly to watch everyone. Mostly, because he’s trying to ignore his feelings about River and his TARDIS. He hates that he feels so alien here. Oh he’s an alien everywhere but on Gallifrey, but here? He actually feels alien. So, he drinks and watches people. He might even be drawn into conversation, if the person is interesting enough.

"You're right, that wasn't a good story."

Griffons
The Doctor felt a special connection to the Griffons. Not only because he could talk to them, but they were a bit like his TARDIS. Glorious creatures. While he knew Potatoes was quite fond of him. Well, story of his life when it came to companions. Today, he was spending time with Little White Monster. Mostly because while none of the griffons were neglected, he had noticed that she had a personality that very few had the patience for. His ability to speak Griffon helped with that. In some ways she reminded him of River. Which he found oddly comforting.

"All right, girl, let's see what we have for you today."

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A very small smile appeared. Because the Doctor had anticipated the conversation would go this way and now he can help Cole to understand his own words.

"You might not, if you have help. Maybe this is Time's way of giving you the chance to do things to heal your hurt."

He shrugged, a bit casually. He'd push the issue just a little, if he had to, but he didn't want to, if he didn't have to.

"Maybe," Cole agreed. "Or I might become Despair and kill a lot of people, cause a wave of hurt that will stain the streets deeper."

"Unfortunately, that is something that every living creature has the capacity to do."

Sorry, Cole, but in that sense, you're not special or unique.

"Which is why people need each other."

Cole looks up, eyes wide. "Really?!"

This has clearly never passed his mind before.

The Doctor was caught a bit off-guard by Cole's reaction. Had no one ever explained anyone to this young man before?

"Yes, really. Every creature has the capacity for the most profound love and the deepest hatred."

Honestly, it's what keeps the Doctor going. Cole might be Compassion. This incarnation of the Doctor is all about Forgiveness. Forgiveness can't truly be recognised without understanding the simple truths of existence.

"I'm called the 'Doctor'. But there are some planets that have labelled me 'The Great Destruction of the Universe.' It's all about perspective. My enemies view me as a vengeful god."

And with good reason.

Cole... knows things, but he doesn't always understand them. He knows people can do awful things, but he's never thought that they can become consumed by Despair without a demon driving them.

"Compassion... can't hate. Can't be brave. Can just be Compassion. Spirits are simple. I'm not than that. But I don't think I'm like a person, either." He rocks on his sit bones absently. "Vengeance kills a lot of people. I hope it finds its way back to Justice."

"I think you're wrong about bravery. Compassion is one of the bravest things anyone can do."

Second only to forgiveness. The Doctor was still a little shocked that Cole was still talking to him. By now, most people had decided to write him off and, well despise him.

"It's not bravery. it's just what I am."

He chose to embrace that part of himself again. To care more about someone else than himself. But he knew it was just what he was.

He paused and then carefully picked up a small beetle, resting it on the back of his hand. "You shouldn't be here. It's too cold up here for you."

"You make the choice between Compassion and Despair, though. You choose the more difficult path, even when you know despair would be easier. That's what makes you brave."

The Doctor may as well have been talking about himself. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. And maybe that's why he understood Cole as well as he now realises he does. The first time they met, he was too caught up in being new in this place to realise what was before him. Cole was like himself in so many ways.

He offered a small smile when Cole found the beetle. "Do you speak beetle? I speak horse. And Griffon, apparently."

And dinosaur. And baby.

"I- just know." He doesn't 'speak' their language, but he understands. And he can communicate. "I care, so I understand?"

He strokes a finger lightly over the beetle's carapace; the insect seemed completely unbothered by Cole's attention, oddly calm and trusting of the boy's hand. "I- don't remember choosing. It was just what I did. I was scared but, Rhys needed me."

The Doctor smiled again. "That's usually how understanding works."

If Cole was anything, he was hypnotic. He was as enigmatic as the Doctor and mysteries have always been the one thing he could never resist.

"I'm not talking about the past. I'm talking about right now. You don't want to Despair. You want to remain Compassion. That is a choice. I told you that every single creature has the potential for despair or compassion. You have been both, so you understand the importance more than most. Yet, you choose compassion. And that is why you're brave."

He's repeating himself, which is rare, but for some reason, he feels it is important for Cole to understand this.

"Usually, but no always. Rhys didn't understand, but he cared anyway. That was enough."

After a long moment, Cole lifts the beetle up to his neck, letting it climb up to his jaw, where it would get a little warmth. "I don't want to hurt people. I kill sometimes, when I have to. But I just want to help. I never thought of that as making me brave. I thought it was just what I am but-"

But he does choose. He's just never thought about it.

"I need to go put the beetle with the outgoing caravan to Orlais."

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes. By all means. Make sure the smallest creature is cared for."

Because, again, that's not making a choice at all(!) But the Doctor knew he had given Cole a lot to think about. And Cole had done the same for him.

He slid his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sure I'll see you around again, Cole."

"Probably," Cole agreed, but it was absent. He was focused on the insect now; it needed his help.

He stood up and took a step and was gone in a curl of smoke.

Which the Doctor just stared at for some long moments. Realising how foggy his memory was, he pulled out his diary and made a few notes. Something he hadn't done the first time. Cole was a great deal like the Silence, but the Doctor didn't want to forget him again.

Big Guy in the sky, He lied too

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