[ She lets out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd taken hold of, eyes sliding shut in utter relief. She wasn't sure she could handle the death of another one so soon-- Or not him. Except Six had gotten it this time, and she isn't sure if that's any better. So she drops her forehead, steps closer so it can land upon their hands.
She wanted to punch them. Or maybe collect them all and lock them in the TARDIS, had that magical box been here in her proper shape. ]
Next time, we stick together. I can't-- take this anymore.
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She wanted to punch them. Or maybe collect them all and lock them in the TARDIS, had that magical box been here in her proper shape. ]
Next time, we stick together. I can't-- take this anymore.