[ 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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]