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-Sometime after the current moment-

The Doctor looked up from a jar containing something unpleasant when Xan entered the room.  The inmate (for among all the members of ARM, Xan would almost certainly be the one least willing to be there) stood in the doorway of the white room for several minutes, staring at the post human thing before him. His eyes roved over every detail of the Doctor, from his immaculate white labcoat to his rebreather that covered most of his mouth and the bottom of his jaw to his solid black eyes. As he stared into his solid black orbs, the Doctor noticed Xan's breathing become subtly faster and more ragged.

Finally Xan spoke. "As time goes, I've lived less than a year, do you know that? I haven't even lived a month in this body, accounting for all the time I've spent in stasis. I have memories of my life before I was born, but for all intents and purposes the being I am now has been in existence for less time than a mature fetus."
Tears begin to slowly trail out of Xan's wide eyes and down his cheeks.
"And all that time I have wondered why. Why were my gifts taken away from me? They were what I was. The sum total of my existence was wrapped up in my change of form."
Xan pulls off his shirt, his face going red as the Doctor glances at his thin, bony chest. "Without that I am weak and lesser. I know the reasons why the leaders of Steve's movement decided to take away your gift. But I need to know yours."
Xan's voice breaks, but he stands there still, trembling slightly, tear streaks running down his face. "Why did you punish me."

After a moment's silence, the Doctor spoke. "You couldn't handle it. Willpower wasn't enough to restrain flesh. Becoming a pattern. Degeneration too."

Xan stands there a while, processing the revelations the Doctor's statement has given him.
"I was unworthy."
He shucks off his pants and walks forward a few steps, standing naked with his hands balled into fists, his scrawny arms shaking.
"The blessing you bestowed upon me was the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I was unworthy of it."
He sinks down to one knee in a sudden, jerky motion, his knees buckling to get him there.
"I was but a foolish child not fully comprehending what you had given me."
He bows his head and puts his other knee down, bending forward in an utterly subservient position. His exposed skin is drawn tight with goosebumps.
"I beg forgiveness for misusing your blessing. For asking for it when I was nowhere near ready to properly receive it. For believing myself above other beings when without control I was less even than I was before. For all this and more, I beg your forgiveness."
Xan looks up at the Doctor from his position at his feet, eyes pleading.
"You are the only being I could place with any amount of importance to me in my life. My mother was a corpse and I was a fool. But you became my father, and more than that, when you lifted me up from my cage of inadequate flesh. I hope to one day earn that right back, so that I may cast off this cocoon I wear and aspire to greater heights. But only when you decree it so, Doctor. You are my father and my god."
Xan's eyes retain their pleading desperation, but a strange hunger enters them.
"Let me worship you."

The Doctor stands looking down at the frankly pathetic childman grovelling at his feet. At last he slowly reaches to his respirator and pulls it off. Xan's face brightens as it clatters to the ground, and he looks up in a state of rapture.

It's unsure if the sounds emanating from that back room are of ecstasy, horror, or both.