He brought her here. He wanted to laugh at the very idea. He felt so insignificant, now. Jack gone. Martha gone. Rose gone. Donna gone. He couldn't save any of them, couldn't hold a single one between his fingers. The fingers that often pressed the buttons that saved the universe. These fingers couldn't hold silly, simple humans to him.
And still. Still, if he wanted to see her (and he did) it wouldn't be for that.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 04:33 am (UTC)And still. Still, if he wanted to see her (and he did) it wouldn't be for that.
"You're the Goddess of War." he said. "All Wars?"