[Right now, he's really, really glad he went into the bathroom and found the note before going to bed tonight. After the horrible brooding, a bit of a cry on the TARDIS' shoulder and a bit of a drink...or two...with River to drown his sorrows, a good laugh before bed is certain what is needed.]
Unfortunately, yes, there are a few. Why the gods chose to bring children into a war is beyond me, but there you have it. No babies, thank goodness. I think Alice is the youngest at seven years old. Then there's Hugo and Rue who are twelve and thirteen respectfully. Ellie is fourteen, and Mordred is...eleven. I think.
Those are the only children I can think of. I try to keep an eye on them in the network, but I'm usually too busy in the battles to keep track of all of them.
[She wasn't expecting this earnest compliment, and it shows. A lifetime spent around duplicitous people, though, makes her appreciative of honesty. The look of puzzlement fades into a soft smile.]
Yeah, you too. Now get to bed. [She pats his shoulder right back, but with a leading force toward the door. He's still drunk, and this is still how you handle drunks, no matter how polite they are..]
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I already know how to fight.
[Then he drops the smug expression and shrugs.]
It's just not who I am. I'm about saving lives. I don't like to fight.
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Everyone has something they can do. If anything, maybe you can go around and make sure the children are out of harm's way.
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[Right now, he's really, really glad he went into the bathroom and found the note before going to bed tonight. After the horrible brooding, a bit of a cry on the TARDIS' shoulder and a bit of a drink...or two...with River to drown his sorrows, a good laugh before bed is certain what is needed.]
Unfortunately, yes, there are a few. Why the gods chose to bring children into a war is beyond me, but there you have it. No babies, thank goodness. I think Alice is the youngest at seven years old. Then there's Hugo and Rue who are twelve and thirteen respectfully. Ellie is fourteen, and Mordred is...eleven. I think.
Those are the only children I can think of. I try to keep an eye on them in the network, but I'm usually too busy in the battles to keep track of all of them.
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Yeah, I met Ellie, she's a good kid. Wait, wait, hey, I thought you said you weren't a fighter. [She waves her finger in front of her.]
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I'm a healer. I'm usually in the middle of the battle trying to patch people up.
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Are you sure you're careful? Maybe you should take some fighting classes.
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I know how to fight, Fiona. You should see me with a sword. I'm pretty good, I'd say.
And I'm always careful. Well, almost always.
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Miss Gallagher, I believe we have a deal.
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Well, no fear of that this time, I don't think, but it has been a long day.
[His expression falls a bit. A very long day. His heart aches a bit when he remembers that when he wakes up in the morning, Charley won't be there.]
I'm glad I met you tonight. You're good company and I needed that.
[He rests his hand on her shoulder with a small, but grateful smile, and turns to retreat to his room.]
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Yeah, you too. Now get to bed. [She pats his shoulder right back, but with a leading force toward the door. He's still drunk, and this is still how you handle drunks, no matter how polite they are..]
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Sleep well, Fiona.
[The door clicks closed and he's off.]