Do you know how many times I've heard that and lost someone? You're brave and strong, I know, I know, and you just have to do this and nothing I say is going to change your mind. I've heard it all before, over and over and I am so tired of-
[ The Doctor rubs a quick hand over his face, annoyed and yet drained of the will to argue further. He'd already led with the fact that he can heal in ways she can't, and that hadn't done anything to sway her. It's a futile exercise, the two of them trying to save the other. They have to split up now, they really have no choice, though for the Doctor, the obvious choice as to who should lead the scarecrow away is him. Yet, they're wasting time, precious seconds they simply can't spare to lose.
He'd tried it his way already, tried leading the thing away from her and it hadn't worked. ]
Fine! [ A huff of breath, a clipped sigh, his voice raised a bit; not at her, but a frustration and weariness with the situation that's unraveled so terribly. This should have been easier. Has he made it worse? Worries for another day, when they get out of here. ]
Fine. I trust you, but I want it noted for the record I think you're being ridiculous right now. [ In a certain definition of the word, at least. He doesn't trust easily, in many ways, and this is the first time he's ever seen Caitlyn in a dire situation, but despite her fear, she's determined. She isn't letting her fear stop her, and she's so brave, they always are, the people around him. So brave and so fragile and he just hopes that trusting her this time isn't folly.
He trusts her belief in herself, her need, perhaps, to do this. He doesn't know what lies ahead for them in this world, what's beyond this clocktower of horrors, and Serthica and where their journey takes them next, but they all have to trust each other because they're all they have. If she knows that he believes in her, equally, maybe it will make her stronger, too. ]
I'll go for the lever, circle round the other side. I'll hear you, call for me, don't hesitate, don't be foolish. Just run, Caitlyn, run fast and don't look back.
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[ The Doctor rubs a quick hand over his face, annoyed and yet drained of the will to argue further. He'd already led with the fact that he can heal in ways she can't, and that hadn't done anything to sway her. It's a futile exercise, the two of them trying to save the other. They have to split up now, they really have no choice, though for the Doctor, the obvious choice as to who should lead the scarecrow away is him. Yet, they're wasting time, precious seconds they simply can't spare to lose.
He'd tried it his way already, tried leading the thing away from her and it hadn't worked. ]
Fine! [ A huff of breath, a clipped sigh, his voice raised a bit; not at her, but a frustration and weariness with the situation that's unraveled so terribly. This should have been easier. Has he made it worse? Worries for another day, when they get out of here. ]
Fine. I trust you, but I want it noted for the record I think you're being ridiculous right now. [ In a certain definition of the word, at least. He doesn't trust easily, in many ways, and this is the first time he's ever seen Caitlyn in a dire situation, but despite her fear, she's determined. She isn't letting her fear stop her, and she's so brave, they always are, the people around him. So brave and so fragile and he just hopes that trusting her this time isn't folly.
He trusts her belief in herself, her need, perhaps, to do this. He doesn't know what lies ahead for them in this world, what's beyond this clocktower of horrors, and Serthica and where their journey takes them next, but they all have to trust each other because they're all they have. If she knows that he believes in her, equally, maybe it will make her stronger, too. ]
I'll go for the lever, circle round the other side. I'll hear you, call for me, don't hesitate, don't be foolish. Just run, Caitlyn, run fast and don't look back.