Before the Doctor could really consider the consequences of his question, he asked: "Just killed everyone? No reason?" There were a lot of suicides in 1999, the Doctor knew. Not as many as in 2012 (though the Doctor had never been quite sure why), but still. And someone Jack looked up to.
He shrugged. "Oh, I've been around 900 years, Jack. I'd like to think I've practiced once in a while."
He looked over to the concert stage. Ah, Santana. He knew he'd landed at a good time. Not when he'd really wanted to, but the TARDIS was being difficult. Well, more difficult than usual. A light hit the sky just above the stage. Brief, momentary, shattering the fixed nature of the concert for only a moment, before it solidified. No one seemed to notice.
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He shrugged. "Oh, I've been around 900 years, Jack. I'd like to think I've practiced once in a while."
He looked over to the concert stage. Ah, Santana. He knew he'd landed at a good time. Not when he'd really wanted to, but the TARDIS was being difficult. Well, more difficult than usual. A light hit the sky just above the stage. Brief, momentary, shattering the fixed nature of the concert for only a moment, before it solidified. No one seemed to notice.
"Aloof? What?"