[ There isn't anything Clara has to say on the way to the lift. She hurts to the bone in a way that isn't physical, a pain that sinks in and settles with hooks in her soul. She feels exposed and raw in front of a person she doesn't know at all; aside from his name and that he has a sword and magic (?), she knows nothing about him. There's usually a trust that's formed when one's heart is exposed.
When he speaks, Clara keeps her eyes ahead, and there's only one response she can think of. ]
Don't tell the Doctor.
[ The words from the Dalek, from one of her echoes, would destroy him. Upon reconsideration, she looks at Wangji. ]
None of it's a secret, it'd just break his hearts, and they're already broken enough.
[ She has no idea if she'll take Wangji up on his offer or not. He might be the best person for her to talk to, since he hardly speaks, himself. ]
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When he speaks, Clara keeps her eyes ahead, and there's only one response she can think of. ]
Don't tell the Doctor.
[ The words from the Dalek, from one of her echoes, would destroy him. Upon reconsideration, she looks at Wangji. ]
None of it's a secret, it'd just break his hearts, and they're already broken enough.
[ She has no idea if she'll take Wangji up on his offer or not. He might be the best person for her to talk to, since he hardly speaks, himself. ]