the kind you can't suffer quietly

[buildstherobots]

[1767 Beaver, closed to doctor_despot]

[Dist awakens with a start, suddenly clearheaded. He can think again, has true hold of his intellect again... it's like water to a man who's been trapped in the desert. He even bends over in his bed, placing his hands on his temples and breathing. Freedom. It had never felt so... relieving.]

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[doctor_despot]

[The Crystal floats over towards Dist, shining brightly, spreading its maddening waves. Unlike the last time, Dist has become noticeably braver. Or perhaps he was just putting on a brave face. Either way.]

[buildstherobots]

[The effects of the crystal prevent Dist from really analyzing where the feelings are coming from, so he doesn't have the luxury of doubting them. Instead, while he still has some semblance of clarity, he stands up, giving the Doctor what has to be the most venomous glare he's bothered with so far.]

[doctor_despot]

There are some people in the world you can't fix. They're better off left broken and in pieces. I think I've been very generous with you up until now.

Yes. There's nothing you can do. Dist.

[buildstherobots]

Liar.

[Just a simple declaration while he's still able to speak of his own free will. So simple, in fact, that it's both an accusation and a direct address to the Doctor, wholly defining him in one word.]