[The Doctor can’t help but swallow the lump in his throat. He knows that she’s being pragmatic just like he would in a moment like this. Every day could be their last, but he’s lost the acceptance of death that he’d had with his younger face.
His voice is low.]
I know. I know that better than anyone.
[His gaze holds hers, thumb running over her temple, resolving to himself that if anything happened to her, he’d go to hell and back to bring her back safe.]
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His voice is low.]
I know. I know that better than anyone.
[His gaze holds hers, thumb running over her temple, resolving to himself that if anything happened to her, he’d go to hell and back to bring her back safe.]
Which is why you’re so important, Clara.