Gabriel braces himself for another attack, but when this strange figure makes no move to rush forward he holds himself at the ready. She's - he tilts his head to the side, still breathing heavily. He's not entirely focused on her. He's too consumed with his own intense feelings of guilt, loss, and confusion.
He grips his hand tighter around the blade and forces himself to look directly at her. She's...sad? Not human, but not an angel either. "This isn't your war. Is it?" He takes a step back from her, already glancing back up to the fighting. He takes a deep, shaking breath and exhales slowly.
The blade falls from his hand as the scene around them changes. The TARDIS will recognise the view from their last meeting. Rome, 80 AD, only this time, the scene is more accurate. The sky is filled with smoke, and fire is burning through the city. Even worse, a plague is loose, and the entire city is lost in despair. Gabriel's wings shift about like ashes as he turns to the TARDIS, face both weary and suspicious. "Have you brought me here?"
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He grips his hand tighter around the blade and forces himself to look directly at her. She's...sad? Not human, but not an angel either. "This isn't your war. Is it?" He takes a step back from her, already glancing back up to the fighting. He takes a deep, shaking breath and exhales slowly.
The blade falls from his hand as the scene around them changes. The TARDIS will recognise the view from their last meeting. Rome, 80 AD, only this time, the scene is more accurate. The sky is filled with smoke, and fire is burning through the city. Even worse, a plague is loose, and the entire city is lost in despair. Gabriel's wings shift about like ashes as he turns to the TARDIS, face both weary and suspicious. "Have you brought me here?"