"Lonely business, that. Being the last of your kind."
There's far more going on beneath the surface for Wrathion, he suspects, and the Doctor takes careful note of it all. Their conversation is a bit on the nose in more than one way, and though it may have taken him a bit of time to get around to the finer details, he's not unaware of what he presumes to be a far more intimate knowledge of what Irenia may have to contend with.
"Happy at first, being free, but left in solitude for so long, under threat, well, it would drive even the most peaceful creatures to madness, anger, weariness. I know a bit about that, too. The fear of it."
Pushing off from the table, the Doctor paces in a slow circle, coming back to the heart of the matter, as it were.
"You'll tell me if I'm wrong—though I doubt I am—but I suspect you understand it far too well yourself. The undead creatures of your world, Irenia's fate—are there any others like her left? Are there any on your world like you that remain, Wrathion?"
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There's far more going on beneath the surface for Wrathion, he suspects, and the Doctor takes careful note of it all. Their conversation is a bit on the nose in more than one way, and though it may have taken him a bit of time to get around to the finer details, he's not unaware of what he presumes to be a far more intimate knowledge of what Irenia may have to contend with.
"Happy at first, being free, but left in solitude for so long, under threat, well, it would drive even the most peaceful creatures to madness, anger, weariness. I know a bit about that, too. The fear of it."
Pushing off from the table, the Doctor paces in a slow circle, coming back to the heart of the matter, as it were.
"You'll tell me if I'm wrong—though I doubt I am—but I suspect you understand it far too well yourself. The undead creatures of your world, Irenia's fate—are there any others like her left? Are there any on your world like you that remain, Wrathion?"