|My favorite Doctor from Doctor Who is Fourth Doctor. I drawn him as a cowboy!!!!!!|
I'm A user who watches Power Rangers and Doctor Who. I don't take Requests but sometimes I take Requests if I feel like it. "Keep looking into my eyes. Keep looking into my eyes. You don't need to breathe. Do not breathe. Do not breathe. You feel no pain. No pain. You feel nothing. You understand? Nothing. You feel nothing."
(Tylos is sharpening his knife on a stone. The teenagers have a visitor, another young lad. Everyone say Hi to Matthew Waterhouse.)
VARSH: So, you want to be an Outler.
ADRIC: I'm serious.
TYLOS: Nobody joins unless we all agree.
VARSH: You belong in the Starliner, Adric.
KEARA: Ask him the Embarkation Question.
TYLOS: Yes, go on.
VARSH: When the Starliner leaves Alzarius, were will you be?
ADRIC: Not here.
TYLOS: You see?
KEARA: He'll be in the Starliner.
TYLOS: If it ever does take off.
ADRIC: It will!
TYLOS: He believes all that stuff
ADRIC: It will take off. But I won't be on it.
KEARA: And you won't be on Alzarius either?
ADRIC: I don't know. I'll be somewhere else.
ADRIC: I'm sorry, I just can't explain.
KEARA: He belongs in the Great Hall of Books with all the other dreamers.
TYLOS: Anyway, we said no Elites. Unless you want to make special rules for your brother?
VARSH: We've broken all family ties.
ADRIC: But I don't expect special treatment.
KEARA: Don't you? Isn't that what the star's for?
(The blue star on Adric's jacket pocket.)
ADRIC: That is for mathematical excellence.
KEARA: So the boy can count. Give it to me.
(Adric grabs Keara's arm and twists it behind her back.) ADRIC: Keep your hands off it!
KEARA: Let go!
ADRIC: And don't tell me what to do. I've had enough orders in the Starliner. Can't you keep these two under better control?
KEARA: He talks like a Decider already.
TYLOS: He's no better than we are.
ADRIC: Of course I'm better than you. I'm an Elite.
VARSH: That won't help you outside the Starliner when you're struggling to stay alive.
ADRIC: It's you people who talk like Deciders.
ADRIC: I mean, you can't even steal a few river fruits.
TYLOS: I'd like to see you try.
ADRIC: All right.
VARSH: Go back to the Starliner, Adric.
TYLOS: No. If your little brother really wants to prove himself
VARSH: They'll be guarding the fruits now. It's too dangerous for us.
TYLOS: We don't have badges for mathematical excellence. You know what this is?
(Tylos holds up a piece of plaited twine, with decorations laced into it.)
TYLOS: It's our badge. It has to be earned.