The question squeezes the breath out of her lungs, and she thinks, for a moment, she's stepped back away from him. But she hasn't given an inch, her fingers tightening in the material of his jacket.
She should be used to it by now. Her Doctor. Always caring too much, and yet always somehow impossibly selfish when it comes to those closest to him. ]
Apparently not long at all.
[ She's gone stiff, her voice cold, but she can't move away, clinging to his jacket like a lifeline. ]
I might've been dust centuries ago and never have known the difference, but we both know why I'm still here, don't we, Doctor?
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The question squeezes the breath out of her lungs, and she thinks, for a moment, she's stepped back away from him. But she hasn't given an inch, her fingers tightening in the material of his jacket.
She should be used to it by now. Her Doctor. Always caring too much, and yet always somehow impossibly selfish when it comes to those closest to him. ]
Apparently not long at all.
[ She's gone stiff, her voice cold, but she can't move away, clinging to his jacket like a lifeline. ]
I might've been dust centuries ago and never have known the difference, but we both know why I'm still here, don't we, Doctor?