The words were right there on the tip of his tongue. The words that he didn't say to anyone, didn't know how to say to anyone. Not an emotion he often felt, certainly not like this. But they needed to be said, and right now, right now seemed like the right time to say it.
As though he were back on that drug from before, they stuck in his throat. If this were going to be the last few seconds of their very long lives, he was, apparently, in charge of making sure they were silent.
And then, without any warning, the pressure against his back was gone. He turned from Jack and looked around. The Tomb. A sarcophagus in the center with one Time Lord embossed on the side, antiquated machinery on one section of wall, and engravings to the legend all across the wall. The transmat the Doctor remembered from his last time in the Tomb had apparently not yet been built.
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The words were right there on the tip of his tongue. The words that he didn't say to anyone, didn't know how to say to anyone. Not an emotion he often felt, certainly not like this. But they needed to be said, and right now, right now seemed like the right time to say it.
As though he were back on that drug from before, they stuck in his throat. If this were going to be the last few seconds of their very long lives, he was, apparently, in charge of making sure they were silent.
And then, without any warning, the pressure against his back was gone. He turned from Jack and looked around. The Tomb. A sarcophagus in the center with one Time Lord embossed on the side, antiquated machinery on one section of wall, and engravings to the legend all across the wall. The transmat the Doctor remembered from his last time in the Tomb had apparently not yet been built.
"I was right," he grinned madly.