[ Clara makes a sound in the back of her throat somewhere between a gasp and a sob, covering her mouth with her hands. The counter is still between them and as she stares at the woman in front of her, she knows it's true. It's always been the Doctor's eyes that Clara would know anywhere. ]
How?
[ The distance between them is too much and she walks around, never taking her eyes off of this person who is the Doctor. Her Doctor as much as she's theirs, no matter the face, no matter when in time. ]
Did you—did you die?
[ Die, regenerate, her brain knows the technical differences but doesn't bother. She looks horrified at the realization that it's the only reason the Doctor has a new face. ]
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How?
[ The distance between them is too much and she walks around, never taking her eyes off of this person who is the Doctor. Her Doctor as much as she's theirs, no matter the face, no matter when in time. ]
Did you—did you die?
[ Die, regenerate, her brain knows the technical differences but doesn't bother. She looks horrified at the realization that it's the only reason the Doctor has a new face. ]