He lost me, the same way people lose each other every day, all around the world. Sometimes it doesn't take great wars and dying stars to take people away from you. It happens in a heartbeat, almost a bit boring.
[Her voice is gentle, if a bit sad. She doesn't want to tell Max what the Doctor did to get her back. She doesn't want to tell her that it's the Doctor's fault she's living this uncanny, abnormal life. So for now, she'll leave that part out.]
And you're already my friend, Max. You don't have to worry about that.
[She nods slowly to herself, even though Max can't see her. It's still her biggest regret that she couldn't have left without causing the Doctor any pain. It's always going to hurt, no matter the manner.]
And I wish you didn't know that pain. I know it's awful.
He fed on souls and stories, and the people had been singing for thousands of years, just to keep him asleep. They worshipped him, called him their Old God, but they were afraid.
[Because of course she's cryptic, it's part of being a little too much like the Doctor.]
Full of past and present and future, things that happened and things that could have happened and things that never will happen now. Infinite possibilities and impossibilities, so many that even Akhaten couldn't digest them.
Oh, I wish you could've seen the Doctor back then. Tall and skinny as a scarecrow, bouncing about like a kid with too many sweets. And he wore the most ridiculous clothes.
He regenerated. It's a Time Lord trick, to cheat death. Get a new body, a new face, a new lifespan. Of course, it's more than just that. They become a new person. The way they walk, the way they take their tea, the way they feel about Charles Dickens... It's all a bit of a lottery, he's always said.
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[Something terrible, that's for sure.]
I will. But I wanna be yours, too, okay?
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[Her voice is gentle, if a bit sad. She doesn't want to tell Max what the Doctor did to get her back. She doesn't want to tell her that it's the Doctor's fault she's living this uncanny, abnormal life. So for now, she'll leave that part out.]
And you're already my friend, Max. You don't have to worry about that.
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[She still remembers Kate jumping off the roof. She still remembers all the times Chloe died.]
Thanks, Clara. You, too.
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[She nods slowly to herself, even though Max can't see her. It's still her biggest regret that she couldn't have left without causing the Doctor any pain. It's always going to hurt, no matter the manner.]
And I wish you didn't know that pain. I know it's awful.
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[She wishes no one had to feel that way.]
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[... Wait.]
Parasitic?
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So I fed him a leaf.
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[Because honestly, there had to have been something.]
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[Because of course she's cryptic, it's part of being a little too much like the Doctor.]
Full of past and present and future, things that happened and things that could have happened and things that never will happen now. Infinite possibilities and impossibilities, so many that even Akhaten couldn't digest them.
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[Max knows how much what could have been hurts. She can see why it would have the potential to kill.]
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[Leaving out how everyone involved nearly died.]
Oh, I wish you could've seen the Doctor back then. Tall and skinny as a scarecrow, bouncing about like a kid with too many sweets. And he wore the most ridiculous clothes.
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[Holy shit. Were her suspicions right?]
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His... species. I'm sorry, I didn't realize he hadn't told you.
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I just realized that... I've heard of him.
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