Nicholai watched everything go from mild to violent in a matter of moments. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was impressed. Had the man really destroyed his own people? How had he not given into more evil impulses after such massive genocide without going mad? Or was he mad already? He was watching himself at the console, wasn’t he? No. Not himself. Almost himself, but not quite.
He didn’t want to just rip the Doctor out of the illusion as that could cause permanent damage. Unraveling it would draw too much attention from Dmitri. And the last thing he wanted was to have the illusion strengthened.
Casting about he found the face one someone that would help the Doctor, someone he hadn’t had such a tearful or painful goodbye with. Someone here on the island, even.
It wasn’t so much that Jack appeared in front of the Doctor but simply that they other would become aware of him. As if one of the Doctor’s own perception filters had been removed. Jack knelt beside him, a hand resting on his shoulder.
“Doctor,” he said, in a perfect mimicry of Jack’s voice, “Listen to me. Don’t feed into it. It’s not real.”
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