Blood of a hundred Dalek's and blood of the innocent people who simply wanted to live. Oh he saved the rest of the planet, they'd live. But the city was blackened and charred, and nobody would set foot in it ever again.
He was in the process of twisting wires around one another in a wall conduit when he heard the footsteps approaching. His head turned, alert like an animal.
And then he saw her.
River silhouetted in the smoke and the fire, her outline possibly one of the most easily recognisable of any.
"What do you want?" he said, and his voice was harsh.
River stood still and watched him. Just watched him. She needed a moment to witness the sight before her, to see what he had become. The rumours, she thought, had been dramatised, spiralled out of control by gossip, but seeing him now, she realised they hadn't done him justice.
"And so we have come full circle, my love. You bring me out of my own devastation to find yourself in yours."
She spoke simply, no taunting or judgement. It was the tone she always used when she was disappointed in him, bringing forward a knowledge she had always carried from being a child. She knew him so completely, perhaps more so than he knew himself. She was his conscience, his guidance, the angel on his shoulder and the devil in his heart.
As she spoke he glanced sidelong in her direction. Her words went on and so his attention turned to her. He released his hands from his task and he turned towards her. His expression was grim, and he wore the marks of the battle he'd been through.
"Oh I see how it is," he said, his words thick with sarcasm. "You say your little speech at me and then that makes everything just hunky dory. I head off with you and everything is right in the universe again."
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Blood of a hundred Dalek's and blood of the innocent people who simply wanted to live. Oh he saved the rest of the planet, they'd live. But the city was blackened and charred, and nobody would set foot in it ever again.
He was in the process of twisting wires around one another in a wall conduit when he heard the footsteps approaching. His head turned, alert like an animal.
And then he saw her.
River silhouetted in the smoke and the fire, her outline possibly one of the most easily recognisable of any.
"What do you want?" he said, and his voice was harsh.
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"And so we have come full circle, my love. You bring me out of my own devastation to find yourself in yours."
She spoke simply, no taunting or judgement. It was the tone she always used when she was disappointed in him, bringing forward a knowledge she had always carried from being a child. She knew him so completely, perhaps more so than he knew himself. She was his conscience, his guidance, the angel on his shoulder and the devil in his heart.
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"Oh I see how it is," he said, his words thick with sarcasm. "You say your little speech at me and then that makes everything just hunky dory. I head off with you and everything is right in the universe again."
He scoffed.
"Pull the other one."
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