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[attackbrows]

[He stops in place. The blue of his eyes turns to look on at her.]

No.

[He sticks his hands inside the pockets of his trousers.]

But I’m also a firm believer in second chances.

[With that, he turns to exit.]

[spoilers]

A second chance for what, Doctor?

[ Life? He may be talking to the wrong person. Hasn't she done enough lingering about? ]

To be someone I'm not? I've had quite enough of that for one lifetime.

And our friends on that planet were well beyond second chances, too. Whatever you feel, Doctor, they made their own choices.

[ There's venom in her voice on the word friends. ]

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Then what is the bright line then? You pull the trigger and that’s it? You proudly carry on with a badge of honour? Hop over to the next planet. See the next act of injustice and aim directly at the head?

[For all he cares, River can have venom out her pores. That won’t stop him from forgoing his creed. The promise he made himself after the war.]

I didn’t live to be this old just so I can default to some basic bouts of retribution.

[spoilers]

Basic. I see.

You don't know me at all, do you, Sweetie?

[ Did she enjoy the violence? Probably still a little more than she should. There's a thrill of adrenaline that's addictive, especially when you've been born into it.

But pride? Honour? ]

Would you like a list, my love? Details, perhaps. And a reason for each so that you can judge my sins yourself.

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I don’t need one. I lived it, Sweetie.

[Two assassination attempts. A weapon carved out of the Silence. And yet, here he stands. A testament to both time and madness.]

Do you honestly think that I’m so fragile that your sins will crack my vows to you as your husband?

[spoilers]

A fraction of it. You got off lightly.

[ She steps closer, fingers itching to reach out and press against his chest. They stay at her side as she flexes them restlessly. ]

Fragile isn't the word I would choose.

[attackbrows]

Good.

[His footsteps inches closer to her. He knows that look. If there is anything he can infer from his previous regeneration, he knows that there is about a millennium’s worth of words hiding beneath her eyes. Words that neither of them can ever say to each other.

His hand swoops in and threads between her fingers.]

It doesn’t suit either of us.

[spoilers]

Not particularly.

[ Her fingers tighten around his, all the things she can't (or won't) say poured into that single point of contact. ]

I haven't been allowed many choices in my life, Doctor. I won't apologize for the ones I make now.