"Yeah. Very troubled, Turlough. Wanted desperately to be off of Earth, figured he'd get two things he wanted. A trip away, and a chance to run his own TARDIS. But he was always better than that, he just didn't admit it to himself until the choice came to kill me or give up the prize he'd worked for." The Doctor smiled, remembering that day. "I didn't try to sway him. I knew I didn't have to."
He forgave Turlough all of his faults, in the end. And there were many, many faults to forgive. The Doctor's hand went back to his leg. This wasn't so big a fault, if he thought about it. The wound wasn't so deep he couldn't forgive.
He raised an eyebrow at Jack's words and smiled knowingly. "Nah. Not your style. You don't go for the textbook enigmatic." One day, he'd be someone the Doctor was curious about, could never properly understand. But for now, nah. Now, he was just Jack.
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He forgave Turlough all of his faults, in the end. And there were many, many faults to forgive. The Doctor's hand went back to his leg. This wasn't so big a fault, if he thought about it. The wound wasn't so deep he couldn't forgive.
He raised an eyebrow at Jack's words and smiled knowingly. "Nah. Not your style. You don't go for the textbook enigmatic." One day, he'd be someone the Doctor was curious about, could never properly understand. But for now, nah. Now, he was just Jack.