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[attackbrows]

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.