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[ Again, he’s quiet. He is simply content with her company. His free hand cups over his cheek. Knowing what he had to do to keep River ‘alive’ - it was probably one of the most brilliant (and stupidest) ideas in his life. An incarnation of the Doctor who doesn’t know how far these two will run, so young and naïve, but one truth always ring true in all the Doctor’s lives: He hates losing people.

With the same free hand, he wraps it over River’s hand, not quite reckoning the wave of emotion washing over his body. ]

That anger wasn’t misplaced.

[ He gives her hand a firm squeeze. ]

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[ Acknowledgement of fault? What has he done with her husband?

But even as she stares at him in quiet disbelief, her lingering uncertainty fades, light chasing the shadow out of her eyes. ]

I was hurt, Doctor.

[ After so long hiding the damage, it's a relief to say it outright, even if it forces them both to confront it. ]

My life was decided for me before I was born. You took away my choice, even in the end. And you can tell anyone else you were trying to save me, but it wasn't about me, Doctor. It was about you. It was selfish.

[ She shrugs and turns her hand in his to lace their fingers tightly together. ]

I can be selfish too.

I don't believe they can do as they claim. We may go on like this forever or we might all be gone tomorrow. I love you. [ The words nearly catch in her throat; it's so rare they say them to each other, favoring 'I hate yous' instead. ] I won't waste my time being angry over what can't be changed.