[ She can feel it, the race of his heart. But maybe it just seems normal, since her own is stuttering along at the same pace. She's used to gentle gestures from the Doctors, but her eyes still flutter in the slightest as he brushes her hair back. She must look a proper mess, having just fallen out of a fitful lack of sleep, though she can just imagine him, any version of him, denying her the statement. The thought almost makes her smile. Almost.
But as her thumb strokes against the tortured skin, eyes drawn to his as he speaks, and she can't help but wonder if ... Could she have gone through with it? Maybe. She'd ordered a Dalek to commit suicide, ripped genocide through an entire species (and though she hadn't been in her full mind then, she remembers it clearly, now). Could she have killed one Time Lord turned human out of mercy? ]
But this- [ Her voice cracks, and she tries again, with slightly more push in it. ] What if this is all I have?
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But as her thumb strokes against the tortured skin, eyes drawn to his as he speaks, and she can't help but wonder if ... Could she have gone through with it? Maybe. She'd ordered a Dalek to commit suicide, ripped genocide through an entire species (and though she hadn't been in her full mind then, she remembers it clearly, now). Could she have killed one Time Lord turned human out of mercy? ]
But this- [ Her voice cracks, and she tries again, with slightly more push in it. ] What if this is all I have?