#beingsofcreation

"Come on, kid, you can do it." Zephyr-4 encouraged the New Light, who struggled to produce a void barrier with his Light. Time and time again, the New Light tried, but only managed to create one barely bigger than himself.

Finally, after about an hour, the kid (Zephyr-4 called him a kid, but the guy appeared to be about 30 years old, but because he was a new Guardian, he was a kid to him) produced one big enough to fit two people inside. With a pat on the back, the older Guardian congratulated him. "I think that's enough for today. Go get a drink," he told him.

He certainly could use a drink. Sure, he couldn't get drunk, but he did like the taste.

"...that I'm turning into someone else. That i...I barely lived this life. I lost it saving the world. Saving everyone by adjusting my own timeline by...well, three quadrinths of a hair. Regeneration energy is such a silly gimmick.." he chuckles awkwardly, aa he looks to the console.

"...this life has still been one of my favorites. One of my most lived, despite it being only 3 years..." his smile is there as he moved to open the door of his TARDIS. "...Will you at least be here with me? I don't...I don't want to feel this one go alone..."

(Any Doctor that would fit tbh OR the Moment)

"Oh, don't fret. I ain't leavin' ye fer a tick." The Doctor told him, their soft-voiced Swindonian accent coming out once more. It wasn't the Doctor they may have wanted but, it was the one that was here.

(North or Nini...or Eaihan to 11; i feel like he would've done something for them to say this lmao)

The Doctor's priorities are based on a cosmic level of importance, and the key differentiation here is that on that scale, being questioned about his morality is not astronomically important. Not to him, it was a whim he had to act on - according to all internal impulses.

"Sometimes, the universe isn't ours to sacrifice." The Doctor quips, still wielding the celestial chronometer - a well understood astrological device typically used to predict some celestial events. Well, understood to humans.

(North to Moment, the thought was there lol)

"Oi, not my fault this face is your literal daddy now."

"...I swear...-"

"..."

"..."

"...it helps. It makes me....feel safe. Like I can do the things I have to. Instead of having to backtrack and worry if the Doctor would do that. Because sometimes...sometimes I can't be my parent. I have to make my own choices..." and yet, here he was, rambling like he was the 11th incarnation of his parent, pausing. Is he....blushing? He's still glancing around awkwardly..

"Plenty of choices get ignored when cornered. You should know there was always more than one way to end suffering, especially on a scale that large." The Moment points out, blinking to where they would be in front of him.

Rose had just left the Torchwood offices (though, under a different name at the moment) from this reality. A usual visit. She hadn't noticed someone approaching her with a similar signature she was used to picking up any other time. Which was possibly due to wearing her blue peacoat (they were matching with her husband, who was back at home taking care of Poppy*. And if asked - she had the coat before he did. Still got the receipt.)

She checks her watch before looking up to potentially hail down a taxi. Clearly not realizing someone approaching.