As the wind picks up, the ash and sand mix and mingle and blow around until the scene around them disappears. The moon is in the sky and as a man's voice laughs in the distance, Gabriel's gaze shifts from trying to scrutinize the TARDIS to observe the new scene instead.
A city is burning on the horizon, and two men stand watch over the unnatural glow. The faint smell of ash and burning bodies still hangs in the air, mixed with the crisp evening air. The laughing man might seem like a stereotypical hunk, blond and muscled, if it weren't for the cruelty in his laugh. He pats the other man on the shoulder and leans in to whisper something, smiling. His brother (yes, of course, brothers) is taller, wiry, with dark hair pulled back into a short pony tail. This man nods and might return the smile, but it's hard to tell from this distance.
Gabriel takes a step toward the pair, then holds himself back from going any closer. He recognizes these men, because the first is his brother. The other, tall, dark and quiet, is him. He lets out a sigh. He'd been conflicted, even then. Michael had been trying to reassure him. He can still feel what he felt then - a strange mixture of love, horror and justification, but he's strangely distanced from the entire scene.
He not unfamiliar with seeing a copy of himself wandering about, but this is very different. He can discern that the TARDIS is still trying to influence his mind, but he's not sure for what purpose. Bringing up a memory to distract him? From what? "I don't dream like this," he answers, because he doesn't. He barely ever dreams at all.
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A city is burning on the horizon, and two men stand watch over the unnatural glow. The faint smell of ash and burning bodies still hangs in the air, mixed with the crisp evening air. The laughing man might seem like a stereotypical hunk, blond and muscled, if it weren't for the cruelty in his laugh. He pats the other man on the shoulder and leans in to whisper something, smiling. His brother (yes, of course, brothers) is taller, wiry, with dark hair pulled back into a short pony tail. This man nods and might return the smile, but it's hard to tell from this distance.
Gabriel takes a step toward the pair, then holds himself back from going any closer. He recognizes these men, because the first is his brother. The other, tall, dark and quiet, is him. He lets out a sigh. He'd been conflicted, even then. Michael had been trying to reassure him. He can still feel what he felt then - a strange mixture of love, horror and justification, but he's strangely distanced from the entire scene.
He not unfamiliar with seeing a copy of himself wandering about, but this is very different. He can discern that the TARDIS is still trying to influence his mind, but he's not sure for what purpose. Bringing up a memory to distract him? From what? "I don't dream like this," he answers, because he doesn't. He barely ever dreams at all.