[ The Doctor doesn't even have a moment to respond, though it's not likely that Newt would appreciate the answer anyway (plenty of times, actually! It's a common thing, being called a pain in someone's arse!) — at the moment he's in shock, and in pain, and the slash in his arm is causing his jacket to become soaked with a rather impressive stain from his own blood.
All of it is very not good.
But he hears Clara. Somewhere in all of the chaos and him meeting the eyes of the man who was all of their friend, changed now and very, very not okay (that look, that look is not Newt, it's something else, it's something he can't quite put his finger on), the Doctor remembers his sonic screwdriver. Refocused on the pain in his arm, and Clara's hand pressed over the wound to keep it from bleeding too much further, he gives one last ditch effort to disarm Newt of his weapon and figure a way to stop him.
The familiar bzzzt! of his sonic starts up a notch, and hums even louder and higher-pitched with the Doctor twisting its ring, forcing even him to squint through the uncomfortable timbre. ]
Whatever's happening to you, Newt, whatever's going on in there, you can fight it. Fight it, Newt!
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All of it is very not good.
But he hears Clara. Somewhere in all of the chaos and him meeting the eyes of the man who was all of their friend, changed now and very, very not okay (that look, that look is not Newt, it's something else, it's something he can't quite put his finger on), the Doctor remembers his sonic screwdriver. Refocused on the pain in his arm, and Clara's hand pressed over the wound to keep it from bleeding too much further, he gives one last ditch effort to disarm Newt of his weapon and figure a way to stop him.
The familiar bzzzt! of his sonic starts up a notch, and hums even louder and higher-pitched with the Doctor twisting its ring, forcing even him to squint through the uncomfortable timbre. ]
Whatever's happening to you, Newt, whatever's going on in there, you can fight it. Fight it, Newt!