he’s trying to remain careful and stoic, but as soon as she says he’s scaring her everything slips away. his mask cracks and he locks with hers. his hearts tighten.
❝ i never meant to, and you know that. now stop being stupid and come stand by me, would you? you can even do the lever thing for me. ❞
if the girl were able to take over again, now would have been her chance. she can feel as her heart pangs with sorrow, but otherwise she knows the girl has given up. slowly, she turns her back from him and begins to walk away toward the doors of the TARDIS. her hand goes to the door and lays there in a flimsy state. she puts in the effort of making the hand, shaking with tremours, clench into a fist. a choked sob then leaves her lips.
❝ goodbye, my doctor. i will always remember you. ❞
perhaps it is in the way that he staggers that you know something is wrong. or the way crimson oozes from the cracks of his fingers, whilst he struggles to conceal the wound interrupting the hardened skin of his midriff. he coughs once, sticking to the wall and ignoring the way blood spatters his hand. he needs help, but he isn’t going to ask. he will simply hide, struggle home to stitch it up himself. ( if he makes it that far. )
she sees the boy on her way back to her new shiny TARDIS. he’s clearly hurt, an while she coudn’t care less, she decides why not have some fun for a change? in mock kindness she picks up her pace and moves toward him.
❝ oh god, are you alright? do you need me to call an ambulance? ❞
❝ you’re being weird today, you’re not normally like this. ❞
part of her believes he is beginning to catch onto her game, she’s said too many insulting things, acted a bit smarter than she should have. she still has hope, though, that he can be easily pushed off track.
leaving. she couldn’t be serious. he’s laughing, maniacal laughter for a few moments, but he catches her gaze, the frightful one that he rarely sees on her unless he’s really been pushed over the edge. his laughter dies down.
❝ you’re actually serious, aren’t you? after all we’ve been through you’re just LEAVING because of the fact … no, why are you leaving? why should i even LET you leave? ❞
good. she’s already getting a rise out of him. she stays sheepish and quiet and she looks down at the ground for a long time, tears starting to develop in her eyes. making humans cry was so very easy. slowly, her gaze lifts to meet his.
❝ you’ll let me go because you love me. please, doctor, i need to leave. you’re scaring me. ❞
❝ yes and you’ve been here the whole time, so i really don’t see why you’re bringing it up. ❞
this is a conversation they’ve had over and over. one about his change. he doesn’t need it pointed out to him this often and he’s close to losing his temper on her.
❝ doctor … whenever i say you’ve changed ❞
she goes quiet and trains eyes on him that are that of fear. yes, she’s rather good at pretending to be afraid of him. she’s careful to start to even move away, more toward the doors of the TARDIS.
