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[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[At River's words, she feels blind, raw anger bubble up in her throat. How could she get close? How can River see that as a possibility, after all the pain Clara has spilled out onto her? She wants to scream, and fight, and rail.

She doesn't. Her face, blank and miserable, barely twitches. Everything in her is too tired for this.]


Being immortal's not about living forever. It's about everyone else dying.

[It's what the Doctor told her once, his spirit wounded. Now, months later, she feels like she really hears those words for the first time. She sees so clearly what she's facing.]

I don't know if I can do it.
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[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't love, Clara wants to argue, but it would really be beside the point. It was certainly enough fondness that the loss of it stings.

She closes her eyes and tightens her fingers around the glass.]


Whether or not they want it.

[There's no anger in her voice, though, nor in her heart. The Doctor saved her from death, at the cost of unnatural life. Had she not offered Jim the same opportunity?]

I know what he's like, after he loses people. I don't want to become that.