[He sighs and rubs lightly on his forehead. Eight has been here for quite some time. Longer than anyone besides Eleven, Rory and the TARDIS. He'd gotten the hang of this place and it's strangeness a long time ago.
Fat lot of good it does him, but he thinks he understands now. Still, Jack isn't going to listen. It's all way too raw.
He still has to try, because really, how could it possibly be better to wallow in the thought that your loved ones are taken away from you as a game?]
That's the problem, Jack. They're not playing.
If they could keep us until the war is over, they would. I have seen people do many things in war, but I've never seen them willingly gut their own fighting force for entertainment.
The fact is that they're losing this war, Jack. They're scrambling to keep the tree alive and keep us here, not to mention the power it takes to bring us back from the dead after a battle.
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Fat lot of good it does him, but he thinks he understands now. Still, Jack isn't going to listen. It's all way too raw.
He still has to try, because really, how could it possibly be better to wallow in the thought that your loved ones are taken away from you as a game?]
That's the problem, Jack. They're not playing.
If they could keep us until the war is over, they would. I have seen people do many things in war, but I've never seen them willingly gut their own fighting force for entertainment.
The fact is that they're losing this war, Jack. They're scrambling to keep the tree alive and keep us here, not to mention the power it takes to bring us back from the dead after a battle.