[...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.]
[He's had a lot on this subject on his mind for months, really. And for some strange reason his mind has fixated on it, even if he can't fully have it for himself anymore. His other selves will get this unique chance if it kills him.
...not that he really knows why it's become so important. The awkward situation he's found himself in with Rose isn't helping, though he'll probably not admit that to Six unless pressed. Maybe. He might avoid it even then.]
Six, you are me. When it comes to matters of the heart, we tend to run. You can't fool me.
And good! She's stubborn, that one. Perfect for you.
[He's not going to ask who Eight was... involved with. In many ways, he doesn't really want to know; his personal love life was enough to deal with without getting nosy about anyone else's.
...it's beneath his dignity to acknowledge that Eight may just be right about the running away thing.]
Hmph.
Thank you for not being difficult about this, I suppose.
[Unlike Eleven, who's acting like Six is doing this on purpose.]
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[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.]
[Voice]
...not that he really knows why it's become so important. The awkward situation he's found himself in with Rose isn't helping, though he'll probably not admit that to Six unless pressed. Maybe. He might avoid it even then.]
Six, you are me. When it comes to matters of the heart, we tend to run. You can't fool me.
And good! She's stubborn, that one. Perfect for you.
[Voice]
...it's beneath his dignity to acknowledge that Eight may just be right about the running away thing.]
Hmph.
Thank you for not being difficult about this, I suppose.
[Unlike Eleven, who's acting like Six is doing this on purpose.]
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