[ the most he can ask for is that the doctor doesn't question what the regret is, though with all the time they've all spent here, discussion of what they're all here for to change in the first place isn't something that actually comes up quite so often, almost like there's a faint understanding that it's a sensitive territory for each and every one of them.
but it still leaves him with another truth left to confess, enough information spilled out that there's little chance of reeling this back now. ]
Every month, I'm supposed to lose ... an important memory.
[ he's already told marta once before, but somehow it still feels weird to say it out loud, not because he regrets taking the deal, but from the disbelief that it had become the condition at all in the first place. ]
I never know what it is that I'm going to lose. I don't even know how big they're meant to be. But I've already lost months worth and I ... I don't even know what's missing. Or how much it might be ... changing me.
Whatever he'd been expecting to hear, it certainly isn't that. For all that he could predict so much in his lifetime, he simply couldn't predict that. It's an admittedly bone-chilling confession though, when knowledge and memory and remembering is so intrinsically important to time-travelers and long-lifers like Kovacs, and the Doctor, and well — he thinks of Andy too. ]
Have you come across something you should have known, had someone tell you, and you simply couldn't recall the memory?
[ he gives a small shake of his head, almost instinctively, though he immediately considers that the denial isn't true at all. in conversations, no, not yet, even if he's already expressed his concerns to marta about what it would mean for him to start losing memories of her, but there was— something else. ]
My sister.
[ he finally lifts his eyes, turning to the doctor. he attempts to keep composed, the way he often conditions himself to be, but there's a quiet concern in his stare, like a part of him is fighting the panic of all that he may be entitled to lose. ]
There's this journal I started to write in a little over a month ago. Just something to ... keep tabs of things I might want to keep on hand. But, the other day, I was looking through and there was something about my sister, back when I was training with the Envoys. A conversation we exchanged. [ he turns to the ground, a knit in his brow emphasizing his concern. ] I haven't seen my sister since we were kids. She wouldn't have been there. That's what I thought.
The Doctor scratches at his chin, all appetite lost now to the sombre confessions between them. He doesn't know many details about Kovacs' sister past the fact that he's had one and that they'd seen each other far more recently than he'd claimed. Conversation doesn't often steer towards that direction; after all, the Doctor didn't have any particular close relations of his own that he spoke of. (Of course, he hardly ever speaks of himself beyond his adventures at all if he could help it.)
But he remembers Kovacs speaking about the envoys, and how they'd at least trained together for some time, and the Doctor doesn't easily forget a detail like that. ]
To your earlier question, I stand by what I've said. You might forget some of the events but there are parts of you that make you you, even before you've started to move your way through the world. And it's those bits of you that I believe could never be erased.
But. [ And this is more for his own knowledge and concern. ] Do you know how long you're expected to lose your memories? Surely the orbs don't mean to take a memory from you for the rest of your life, especially given how long you could go on.
[ rei. he's not sure how much exactly how much he's talked about her to the people here (especially since he could easily be forgetting a number of conversations he can't taken into account), but he knows some should know about her, but only because he does remember the dream he'd had of her back in that castle, being with her as kids, something a few others had encountered, and he imagines her name might have popped up in conversation in passing.
whether he's told the doctor about her, he can't be sure. and if he did, what had he said?
he wants to believe he won't lose so much of himself, even as these memories slip away. but he knows the kind of man he was before he'd joined the envoys, before he'd met quell. would he become like he was while working for the protectorate? just a killer without remorse, pulling the trigger whether someone in charge pointed?
would he just be a slave to the orbs? (is that what they want?) ]
Not sure. I can bet it's probably for as long as I'm here, doing their bidding. But it's not like we have a deadline on that. Could be another year, could be a damn century. Maybe that's the point — drying me up for all I'm worth.
That would be rather orb-like of them, wouldn't it? After everything we've been through and all of the orbs we've come across so far ... it sounds rather like their brand of chaos.
[ Yes. And he's seen this kind of predator-meets-prey in his adventures as well — not quite in the same way, and usually with a little more fight from the prey's side ... but under the orbs power, it's hard not to feel so helpless.
Their very nature is to feed off of the turmoil and chaos and desperation that those they do deals with so often provide because the power they possess is supposedly unparalleled. The Doctor still isn't sure whether he believes they can undo their regrets, but he isn't without his own desperate hope either.
And so it begs another question, one he already knows the answer to but it's still worth asking. ]
I can place every bet they hardly give a shit about if any of us do get what we asked for. Long as they're dipping the scales one way or another, that's all they want.
[ kovacs is definitely not stupid enough to believe there's any good will from these offers, and considering that no one on the station itself has actually managed to successfully gain their deal, no one aside from the people they've taken the orbs from who lost more than they gained from the chaos that ensued on their respective planets, he might even have his doubts that any of this will actually result in something good coming out of it.
still, there's the chance, along with the fact that his being here is about more than why he came in the first place. there's too many people to look out for here for him to just walk out now.
the next question leaves him quiet for a second, exhaling a soft breath through his nose. ]
[ The Doctor nods as though satisfied with the answer, or because he can relate to some promise made, something so absolute that it binds with ones soul and no matter how much it might cost, it couldn't have gone any other way.
He doesn't ask for any more detail than that, not because he isn't almost comically curious to know just what it is Kovacs decided to ask for, but because it isn't his place. Some things can be badgered out of a person, some things just aren't as serious. But this ... well. This is.
He's old, he's seen so much, he can understand the nuance of that more than most. ]
[ it's the asking of that particular question that makes me realize he isn't entirely sure what actually brought him here in the first place, whether it was just telling the doctor about his situation or if there was something more he was looking for.
his eyes drift both with the allowance of that pensive thought and an excuse to look away like hs doesn't want to be realized for not actually having that in mind.
and then it comes to him. why it matters that he told the doctor above all else. ]
I need you ... to make sure I don't steer too far.
[ he turns his eyes back, slightly somber in his stare. ]
There was a time in my life, I did things blindly — made some dark choices. I'm not saying I'm a good man now, some things just stick with you. But I ... I at least like to think I can look out for some people. Make the right choices to keep them safe. Problem is, once I start losing more memories, I don't know how much I might stray from that. How I might ... dip back into being the guy who didn't know what path he was on. When that happens, I need you to set me right. Make sure I don't become someone that hurts the people I care about.
[ (Delicate) eyebrows lift ever-so-slightly when Kovacs begins to speak, and he watches him shift his gaze before their eyes meet.
It's certainly a lot to ask for, but the Doctor feels more honoured than anything. He understands what's being asked and why it means so much; of course he does, who better to understand a life of dark choices being made and the need to remember them all than a 2,000 year old alien with a shadowed past like him? To remember what makes a good man and what makes someone otherwise, and why he needs so many rules? He's never had anyone to steer him straight, and perhaps it's why he's always been as careful as he can be. (And why sometimes he isn't at all.)
He doesn't even have to say all that much, because the few words he picks say enough. They mean enough. The Doctor doesn't make promises lightly, and he'll always, always keep them once they're made.
He reaches out to cover one of Kovacs' hands with one of his, squeezing gently. Reassuringly, perhaps. ]
[ it isn't something he'd say to just anybody, and even here it feels like a lot to ask, but kovacs knows this is the right person to trust with this, someone who'd make the most sensible decision in trying times, someone who's lived well over a thousand years in making tough choices.
if he strays or if he becomes a liability, he can trust that the doctor can either set him right. or keep him from being a danger to everyone else. whichever comes first.
kovacs isn't the type to ask much of anyone, not for help, but he exhales deeply through his nose when the doctor squeezes his hand, giving a slow nod. ]
Thank you.
[ it's about all else he could say, enough carried in those words, before his other hand joins to squeeze the doctor's in turn. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
but it still leaves him with another truth left to confess, enough information spilled out that there's little chance of reeling this back now. ]
Every month, I'm supposed to lose ... an important memory.
[ he's already told marta once before, but somehow it still feels weird to say it out loud, not because he regrets taking the deal, but from the disbelief that it had become the condition at all in the first place. ]
I never know what it is that I'm going to lose. I don't even know how big they're meant to be. But I've already lost months worth and I ... I don't even know what's missing. Or how much it might be ... changing me.
no subject
[ The Doctor goes quiet for a moment.
Whatever he'd been expecting to hear, it certainly isn't that. For all that he could predict so much in his lifetime, he simply couldn't predict that. It's an admittedly bone-chilling confession though, when knowledge and memory and remembering is so intrinsically important to time-travelers and long-lifers like Kovacs, and the Doctor, and well — he thinks of Andy too. ]
Have you come across something you should have known, had someone tell you, and you simply couldn't recall the memory?
no subject
My sister.
[ he finally lifts his eyes, turning to the doctor. he attempts to keep composed, the way he often conditions himself to be, but there's a quiet concern in his stare, like a part of him is fighting the panic of all that he may be entitled to lose. ]
There's this journal I started to write in a little over a month ago. Just something to ... keep tabs of things I might want to keep on hand. But, the other day, I was looking through and there was something about my sister, back when I was training with the Envoys. A conversation we exchanged. [ he turns to the ground, a knit in his brow emphasizing his concern. ] I haven't seen my sister since we were kids. She wouldn't have been there. That's what I thought.
no subject
[ That is a bit concerning.
The Doctor scratches at his chin, all appetite lost now to the sombre confessions between them. He doesn't know many details about Kovacs' sister past the fact that he's had one and that they'd seen each other far more recently than he'd claimed. Conversation doesn't often steer towards that direction; after all, the Doctor didn't have any particular close relations of his own that he spoke of. (Of course, he hardly ever speaks of himself beyond his adventures at all if he could help it.)
But he remembers Kovacs speaking about the envoys, and how they'd at least trained together for some time, and the Doctor doesn't easily forget a detail like that. ]
To your earlier question, I stand by what I've said. You might forget some of the events but there are parts of you that make you you, even before you've started to move your way through the world. And it's those bits of you that I believe could never be erased.
But. [ And this is more for his own knowledge and concern. ] Do you know how long you're expected to lose your memories? Surely the orbs don't mean to take a memory from you for the rest of your life, especially given how long you could go on.
no subject
whether he's told the doctor about her, he can't be sure. and if he did, what had he said?
he wants to believe he won't lose so much of himself, even as these memories slip away. but he knows the kind of man he was before he'd joined the envoys, before he'd met quell. would he become like he was while working for the protectorate? just a killer without remorse, pulling the trigger whether someone in charge pointed?
would he just be a slave to the orbs? (is that what they want?) ]
Not sure. I can bet it's probably for as long as I'm here, doing their bidding. But it's not like we have a deadline on that. Could be another year, could be a damn century. Maybe that's the point — drying me up for all I'm worth.
no subject
[ Yes. And he's seen this kind of predator-meets-prey in his adventures as well — not quite in the same way, and usually with a little more fight from the prey's side ... but under the orbs power, it's hard not to feel so helpless.
Their very nature is to feed off of the turmoil and chaos and desperation that those they do deals with so often provide because the power they possess is supposedly unparalleled. The Doctor still isn't sure whether he believes they can undo their regrets, but he isn't without his own desperate hope either.
And so it begs another question, one he already knows the answer to but it's still worth asking. ]
Was this revised arrangement worth it?
no subject
[ kovacs is definitely not stupid enough to believe there's any good will from these offers, and considering that no one on the station itself has actually managed to successfully gain their deal, no one aside from the people they've taken the orbs from who lost more than they gained from the chaos that ensued on their respective planets, he might even have his doubts that any of this will actually result in something good coming out of it.
still, there's the chance, along with the fact that his being here is about more than why he came in the first place. there's too many people to look out for here for him to just walk out now.
the next question leaves him quiet for a second, exhaling a soft breath through his nose. ]
It's worth it. I can promise that much.
no subject
He doesn't ask for any more detail than that, not because he isn't almost comically curious to know just what it is Kovacs decided to ask for, but because it isn't his place. Some things can be badgered out of a person, some things just aren't as serious. But this ... well. This is.
He's old, he's seen so much, he can understand the nuance of that more than most. ]
So, then, Kovacs. How can I help?
no subject
his eyes drift both with the allowance of that pensive thought and an excuse to look away like hs doesn't want to be realized for not actually having that in mind.
and then it comes to him. why it matters that he told the doctor above all else. ]
I need you ... to make sure I don't steer too far.
[ he turns his eyes back, slightly somber in his stare. ]
There was a time in my life, I did things blindly — made some dark choices. I'm not saying I'm a good man now, some things just stick with you. But I ... I at least like to think I can look out for some people. Make the right choices to keep them safe. Problem is, once I start losing more memories, I don't know how much I might stray from that. How I might ... dip back into being the guy who didn't know what path he was on. When that happens, I need you to set me right. Make sure I don't become someone that hurts the people I care about.
no subject
It's certainly a lot to ask for, but the Doctor feels more honoured than anything. He understands what's being asked and why it means so much; of course he does, who better to understand a life of dark choices being made and the need to remember them all than a 2,000 year old alien with a shadowed past like him? To remember what makes a good man and what makes someone otherwise, and why he needs so many rules? He's never had anyone to steer him straight, and perhaps it's why he's always been as careful as he can be. (And why sometimes he isn't at all.)
He doesn't even have to say all that much, because the few words he picks say enough. They mean enough. The Doctor doesn't make promises lightly, and he'll always, always keep them once they're made.
He reaches out to cover one of Kovacs' hands with one of his, squeezing gently. Reassuringly, perhaps. ]
Well then. My friend, you have my word.
[ Trust him, he says. He's the Doctor. ]
no subject
if he strays or if he becomes a liability, he can trust that the doctor can either set him right. or keep him from being a danger to everyone else. whichever comes first.
kovacs isn't the type to ask much of anyone, not for help, but he exhales deeply through his nose when the doctor squeezes his hand, giving a slow nod. ]
Thank you.
[ it's about all else he could say, enough carried in those words, before his other hand joins to squeeze the doctor's in turn. ]