"Five," Doc says quietly, taking a couple of steps closer now that he's no longer pacing. "This place is getting to everyone. We're just better at acting like it isn't getting to us as much as it's getting to the others."
He knows Five doesn't like to be talked at like a kid, so Doc opts to sigh and casually sit on the edge of his bed, looking like he's just had enough of today already and feels done with everything even though he's only sitting so that Five doesn't have to keep looking up at him to make eye contact.
"I thought about it, when I first came here. Maybe someone wants to kill us, or eat us. Use us for some ritual or spell, harvest our kidneys, or maybe this is some kind of biblical rapture. Hell maybe someone's just messing with us. I don't know. Either way, none of those reasons sound like they were made by someone who can be reasoned with." Doc shrugs without breaking eye contact, blinking slowly, clenching his jaw. Five might get to hear wilder theories from 1964. He might not.
"Knowing if any one of those hypotheses are right, or if it's something else entirely - what would it change? We're still stuck here. It's still blowing one hell of a snowstorm outside. And there are still people in this house right now who need medication I cannot provide even if I had everything in this town at my disposal. What I want to know is how to get them all back home, in one piece. I want you," with his elbows resting on his knees he raises a finger and lets his arm fall part way, stopping just short of pointing, no doubt a bad habit he has picked up from Raylan.
"And your brother to get home in one piece. If you think 1964 can tell you what you need to know then by all means, go. I will not waste my breath telling you not to follow your heart. But know that you carry your brother's heart with you wherever you may go. And if you don't know where and when the 'here and now' is, I don't know how you're supposed to come back and return it to him."
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He knows Five doesn't like to be talked at like a kid, so Doc opts to sigh and casually sit on the edge of his bed, looking like he's just had enough of today already and feels done with everything even though he's only sitting so that Five doesn't have to keep looking up at him to make eye contact.
"I thought about it, when I first came here. Maybe someone wants to kill us, or eat us. Use us for some ritual or spell, harvest our kidneys, or maybe this is some kind of biblical rapture. Hell maybe someone's just messing with us. I don't know. Either way, none of those reasons sound like they were made by someone who can be reasoned with." Doc shrugs without breaking eye contact, blinking slowly, clenching his jaw. Five might get to hear wilder theories from 1964. He might not.
"Knowing if any one of those hypotheses are right, or if it's something else entirely - what would it change? We're still stuck here. It's still blowing one hell of a snowstorm outside. And there are still people in this house right now who need medication I cannot provide even if I had everything in this town at my disposal. What I want to know is how to get them all back home, in one piece. I want you," with his elbows resting on his knees he raises a finger and lets his arm fall part way, stopping just short of pointing, no doubt a bad habit he has picked up from Raylan.
"And your brother to get home in one piece. If you think 1964 can tell you what you need to know then by all means, go. I will not waste my breath telling you not to follow your heart. But know that you carry your brother's heart with you wherever you may go. And if you don't know where and when the 'here and now' is, I don't know how you're supposed to come back and return it to him."