Fatui harbingers

*Dottore's eye twitches*

*started eating the cupcakes without even knowing that dottore tried to experiment on me*

*Dottore lunges forward* That cupcake could contain compounds that- *Pantalone grabs his shoulder* Regrator: Really? Over a cupcake?

*Tartaglia's voice is a low, dangerous growl.* So you've made him a vegetable until you decide if you can play god? *Arlecchino's eyes narrow.* And if you can't?

*clutches the coat tighter and looks between dottore and pantalone* Are... are you two friends?

*Pantalone chuckles* Partners in crime, one might say. *Dottore doesn't look up* Business arrangement. Nothing sentimental.

Partners in crime? Odd way to say it….

*Tartaglia's grip tightens on you, his knuckles white. He looks from your limp form to the Doctor, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* A coma? *He demands.* What's the point of keeping him alive if he's just a vegetable?

Minutes, you say? *reaches out to touch the wall, watching his hand pass through it like smoke* Fascinating. *turns back to her with dark curiosity* How many have I already died in your previous loops?

Never. I was the one dying to you and Dottore. Every,time

I see. *voice barely audible* So I'm a monster in every version.