"No," the Doctor said, quietly. "I'm just different."
He'd always been different. Radical, unfocused, strange. He'd never fit in, and it had become something he'd expected. He would always be different, always be outcasted, and he would never turn away someone who was, too.
And then, he ran away from Jack because he was afraid. If he'd still been under the influence of those drugs, he'd have been a ball of shame, then.
He kept the spear up, using it to occasionally knock a large insect out of the path and prod areas where something might hide.
"It'll be night again, soon," he said. "Explains why the days are so short. They want it to be night as often as it can be for the more frightening creatures, but not so long that they can't see what's going on."
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He'd always been different. Radical, unfocused, strange. He'd never fit in, and it had become something he'd expected. He would always be different, always be outcasted, and he would never turn away someone who was, too.
And then, he ran away from Jack because he was afraid. If he'd still been under the influence of those drugs, he'd have been a ball of shame, then.
He kept the spear up, using it to occasionally knock a large insect out of the path and prod areas where something might hide.
"It'll be night again, soon," he said. "Explains why the days are so short. They want it to be night as often as it can be for the more frightening creatures, but not so long that they can't see what's going on."