[...it's more than a little strange to be on the receiving end of one of his little speeches, but Eight seems to have something on his mind so he'll let him get to the end of it.]
Hmph. As if I didn't know we're not physically Time Lords anymore.
[Forgive him his somewhat truculent tone, it's been a trying few weeks. And he's not really angry. It's gone when he speaks again, replaced by something a bit more neutral.]
I don't run away. [He retreats, when necessary, in an orderly fashion.]
...in any case, as I've said, I don't think she's going to let me. And... I don't particularly want to, to be quite honest.
[He might have no idea what he's doing and it might be kind of hellishly terrifying, but... she made last night easier. She seems to make everything just a little bit brighter. He can't let that go, no matter how frightening not knowing what he's doing might be.]
[Voice]
Hmph. As if I didn't know we're not physically Time Lords anymore.
[Forgive him his somewhat truculent tone, it's been a trying few weeks. And he's not really angry. It's gone when he speaks again, replaced by something a bit more neutral.]
I don't run away. [He retreats, when necessary, in an orderly fashion.]
...in any case, as I've said, I don't think she's going to let me. And... I don't particularly want to, to be quite honest.
[He might have no idea what he's doing and it might be kind of hellishly terrifying, but... she made last night easier. She seems to make everything just a little bit brighter. He can't let that go, no matter how frightening not knowing what he's doing might be.]