[His energy drains a little as it all sinks in and his shoulders slump slightly, the phone loose in his hands. It's not Eleven he's mad at. Not really. All right. maybe a bit because if she had never run off with him- but no. Not mad at the Doctor. Mad with himself, more so. Frustrated and aching inside as well.]
I mean, I don't really. None of this alternate reality ...thing... makes any real sense. But I know you won't give up. I know we'll save her. Because we have to.
[And he believed the Doctor when he said they had -would?- save her, but-]
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[His energy drains a little as it all sinks in and his shoulders slump slightly, the phone loose in his hands. It's not Eleven he's mad at. Not really. All right. maybe a bit because if she had never run off with him- but no. Not mad at the Doctor. Mad with himself, more so. Frustrated and aching inside as well.]
I mean, I don't really. None of this alternate reality ...thing... makes any real sense. But I know you won't give up. I know we'll save her. Because we have to.
[And he believed the Doctor when he said they had -would?- save her, but-]
What do we do?