[ He doesn't understand any of this and he's a bit...well. It feels like he's wiggly and doesn't fit in his own body at the moment. Hilda's being a kind friend, it's nothing to do with her, nor even Julia. It's only that he doesn't understand this type of chatter, that someone might be compelled to divulge to a friend that they...feel certain things for another. He doesn't share things like that. His mind doesn't comprehend the purpose in it.
If someone cares for another, whether casually or deeply, why is it worth mentioning? It simply is. A fact of life, of being around people you connect with. Nothing terribly noteworthy.
Of course, it is a big deal for the Doctor to...care for another more than — well, he doesn't even fully understand that yet, either. This is all so new to him. He's treading lightly. ]
[ The description of his...together-ship with Julia is probably telling enough to Hilda that he's not used to talking about it. And she doesn't have to be face to face with him to see that. It's enough for her to ease off the gas a little bit.
But there's also no way this gangly noodle of a man is trying to turn the subject around on her.
(Unfortunately they have something similar in common here which is that the both of them apparently don't want to talk about their romantic relationships at any length.) ]
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 — [ Personal. Private. Secret. He's not even really sure what it is yet. It's like taking an extra deep breath. Like sending out a promise to the future to try. It feels ten steps ahead from where he is. Kissing — it was lovely. It was lovely when Jaskier kissed him, too. He did mathematical calculations in his head both times, analyzed the angle of their respective lips against his, the velocity of the kiss(es), fast or slow, lingering too much or too long. Measured up against others through the years, he'd determined they'd both rated high enough that he wouldn't be displeased to enjoy it again, even if so much of the time he'd never understood the appeal.
He cares about Julia so very much, and others, but there's that old fear in his hearts. It's not only loss, it's the fear of himself. What happens when anyone comes too close. ]
[ What had started out as a teasing little joyous moment for her, suddenly feels like one big social blunder. For once, she's glad that there's no face to face interaction for her friend to see the way her colour prickles her cheeks in embarrassment and guilt.
From everything she had seen of him so far, she hadn't expected him to react like this. To be hold something so special so closely to his heart that he seemed...almost afraid to speak it aloud. And the only reason she comes to that conclusion is because of what Julia had said to her. Maybe there was more to the silly man who beamed from ear to ear than meets the eye. ]
[ He knows he's really terrible at it. And he is afraid. Very much so. Afraid of getting close to people like this, afraid of the pain he knows will come. Afraid of himself and what he seems to do to others who get near him for very long. ]
[ He is actually teasing. Pushy, perhaps, but not rude, not to him. The way he sees it, she was pushing because she was happy for him, excited. Kind and wanting to share in it. ]
[ Now he's a little more worried. He's also perhaps leaping too quickly to protectiveness. The phrase 'I think they're making me happy' stirs something in him. He doesn't want her confused or having to think about whether or not she's happy. ]
[ And frankly, a part of her is kind of amused at the thought of the Doctor giving someone a stern speaking to.
She could leave it there. It's a good enough explanation without going into detail. But that feeling that she owes him more after being pushy makes its way to the forefront again urging her to share more with a friend about something that she's otherwise kept very close to her chest.
She switches the messages to private after a moment's thought. ]
[ And maybe, just maybe, it does really have something to do the thought that she doesn't shine as brilliantly as them. But she's not ready to say that quite yet. ]
[ He thinks he's getting it! He's trying. But he's also latched on to something he thinks she believes about herself, based on previous conversations, and he's winding up to dig in a bit deeper. ]
[ She isn't as important in the grand tapestry that is Fodlan's social structure. Definitely "more important" than say, perhaps a commoner without a Crest, but not as much as an heir to a house. Or a kingdom in Claude's case. ]
[ The wall of text catches her off guard - mostly because she hadn't expected him to have that much to say to what she had said. Not because she thought he wouldn't care, but because she didn't think that there was that much to say. Abraxas, she was beginning to realize, offered people opportunities they wouldn't have otherwise, herself included. And that was wonderful. The possibilities for those brave enough to take a hold of them were endless. But she knew in the back of her mind that it wouldn't, and couldn't be forever.
If they were given the opportunity to return home, she very well might. Back to no responsibilities. Back to being remarkably unremarkable.
But the Doctor believed with such conviction that that was still important. That she was still important. Unsurprisingly it takes her a moment to respond. This was supposed to be a silly little teasing note, not a moment for her to break down in tears. ]
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𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 - 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
[ Doctor, please. Obviously. ]
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎? 𝙾𝚑, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖! [ ...Lucky Hilda? ] 𝚆𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙰 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?
[ Are those famous last words, or... ]
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𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 - 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?
[ ...Hint hint. Nudge nudge. ]
𝘖𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵.𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?
[ Because now she's genuinely curious. ]
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If someone cares for another, whether casually or deeply, why is it worth mentioning? It simply is. A fact of life, of being around people you connect with. Nothing terribly noteworthy.
Of course, it is a big deal for the Doctor to...care for another more than — well, he doesn't even fully understand that yet, either. This is all so new to him. He's treading lightly. ]
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 - 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜?
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[ The description of his...together-ship with Julia is probably telling enough to Hilda that he's not used to talking about it. And she doesn't have to be face to face with him to see that. It's enough for her to ease off the gas a little bit.
But there's also no way this gangly noodle of a man is trying to turn the subject around on her.
(Unfortunately they have something similar in common here which is that the both of them apparently don't want to talk about their romantic relationships at any length.) ]
𝘏𝘮𝘮𝘮...𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺.
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He cares about Julia so very much, and others, but there's that old fear in his hearts. It's not only loss, it's the fear of himself. What happens when anyone comes too close. ]
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟸𝟶-𝟹𝟼𝟶 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟶 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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From everything she had seen of him so far, she hadn't expected him to react like this. To be hold something so special so closely to his heart that he seemed...almost afraid to speak it aloud. And the only reason she comes to that conclusion is because of what Julia had said to her. Maybe there was more to the silly man who beamed from ear to ear than meets the eye. ]
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
[ That still doesn't mean she's quite prepared to move the subject onto her. ...Even if it's kind of going in a weird math-y way. ]
𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. ...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.
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[ He knows he's really terrible at it. And he is afraid. Very much so. Afraid of getting close to people like this, afraid of the pain he knows will come. Afraid of himself and what he seems to do to others who get near him for very long. ]
𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑 - 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎. [ Almost getting sentimental about it! ] 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 - 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.
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𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
[ She won't. These things tend to stick with her as of late. ]
𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦!
[ And then there's that question. A question that should be easy to answer with no hesitation and full of giddiness. And yet – ]
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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[ He is actually teasing. Pushy, perhaps, but not rude, not to him. The way he sees it, she was pushing because she was happy for him, excited. Kind and wanting to share in it. ]
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑.
[ Now he's a little more worried. He's also perhaps leaping too quickly to protectiveness. The phrase 'I think they're making me happy' stirs something in him. He doesn't want her confused or having to think about whether or not she's happy. ]
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔? 𝙸𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚍? 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚍. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
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Realizing how she's framed the situation makes her eyes widen as she rushes to reassure him. ]
𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘖𝘩, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰! 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.
[ And frankly, a part of her is kind of amused at the thought of the Doctor giving someone a stern speaking to.
She could leave it there. It's a good enough explanation without going into detail. But that feeling that she owes him more after being pushy makes its way to the forefront again urging her to share more with a friend about something that she's otherwise kept very close to her chest.
She switches the messages to private after a moment's thought. ]
𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴.
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[ He is very worried, though. He doesn't like Hilda not thinking well of herself for any reason, or her ability to make others happy. ]
𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢? 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝?
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𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯...𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦?
[ And maybe, just maybe, it does really have something to do the thought that she doesn't shine as brilliantly as them. But she's not ready to say that quite yet. ]
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝?
[ He thinks he's getting it! He's trying. But he's also latched on to something he thinks she believes about herself, based on previous conversations, and he's winding up to dig in a bit deeper. ]
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𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮.
(𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵.)
[ Might as well throw some humour into this mildly downer of a topic, right? ]
𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦.
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𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘!! 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 "𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗? 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 - 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 - 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎: 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊.
𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍! - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
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If they were given the opportunity to return home, she very well might. Back to no responsibilities. Back to being remarkably unremarkable.
But the Doctor believed with such conviction that that was still important. That she was still important. Unsurprisingly it takes her a moment to respond. This was supposed to be a silly little teasing note, not a moment for her to break down in tears. ]
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴.
...𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
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[ Her face was one of the first faces that this face saw here, in Abraxas. So she's more important to him than she'll probably ever know. ]
🎀!
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.