The TARDIS watches the scene from the doorway, trying to understand. For all that she's seen so much of her universe, she's never encountered anything quite like this; thick black smoke emanating from one of the humans, the underlying certainty that it's alive and hostile, Gabriel burning it out of the three men with a touch of his hand - parasites, perhaps?
Two of the cured humans run past her without so much as a glance, the third is begging for mercy, making her think he must be responsible for something terrible. It doesn't occur to her to connect it with the disaster that has befallen the city, since to her knowledge it was caused simply by humans being humans, ignorant and careless. Absently she notes what he calls Gabriel, wonders if there's somehow truth to it or if it's just another human name for something they don't understand.
The cruelty of Gabriel's punishment takes her by surprise, though she doesn't bat an eyelash at the grim image, only takes a large step back from the heat of the flames. And there's one thing she does recognize - the ruthless efficiency of the soldier, likely acting under orders. He takes no joy from it, all she can sense is the conviction that it was necessary. Still, his callousness is troubling, and she watches the dying man crumble to the floor with tight-lipped uneasiness.
But it's not her place to judge without understanding the context, the reasons, without even knowing if this ever actually happened at all, and she turns to follow him once more. "I am not here for them," she replies quietly, catching up with him. "I am trying to help you, Gabriel. You don't have to be here, you are dreaming." Spurred on by wanting to leave this atmosphere of death and despair as much as she wants to free him from it, she exerts more power than before over the scene, trying to subvert his hold on it by turning the dust in the streets and on the steps into beach sand, curling the dark smoke covering the sky into a giant moon's silhouette, changing the pitch of the screams into laughter. It's a risky attempt, given how he'd reacted earlier, not to mention a tiring struggle against the leaden strength of his sleeping mind, but she has to shake him out of this somehow.
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Two of the cured humans run past her without so much as a glance, the third is begging for mercy, making her think he must be responsible for something terrible. It doesn't occur to her to connect it with the disaster that has befallen the city, since to her knowledge it was caused simply by humans being humans, ignorant and careless. Absently she notes what he calls Gabriel, wonders if there's somehow truth to it or if it's just another human name for something they don't understand.
The cruelty of Gabriel's punishment takes her by surprise, though she doesn't bat an eyelash at the grim image, only takes a large step back from the heat of the flames. And there's one thing she does recognize - the ruthless efficiency of the soldier, likely acting under orders. He takes no joy from it, all she can sense is the conviction that it was necessary. Still, his callousness is troubling, and she watches the dying man crumble to the floor with tight-lipped uneasiness.
But it's not her place to judge without understanding the context, the reasons, without even knowing if this ever actually happened at all, and she turns to follow him once more. "I am not here for them," she replies quietly, catching up with him. "I am trying to help you, Gabriel. You don't have to be here, you are dreaming." Spurred on by wanting to leave this atmosphere of death and despair as much as she wants to free him from it, she exerts more power than before over the scene, trying to subvert his hold on it by turning the dust in the streets and on the steps into beach sand, curling the dark smoke covering the sky into a giant moon's silhouette, changing the pitch of the screams into laughter. It's a risky attempt, given how he'd reacted earlier, not to mention a tiring struggle against the leaden strength of his sleeping mind, but she has to shake him out of this somehow.