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              ❝  ― DO ya mind? I’m a little BUSY here!

                           — Green eyes looked over to Clara, and he just sighed. It was a disappointed look, underneath the apathy. Silver at his side, he was trying to show Clara more about the Cybermen. She had always been curious, asking him. It was only until... Well when this happened that he was more willing to talk about it. Friendship. He had at least identified that emotion fairly early on.

                  ❝    Impossible Girl. I told you. I don’t plan on converting you. I do not do that anymore. I thought you wanted to learn more about... Cybermen...     ❞

                             Words trailing off, he looked up, and around, spinning on his feet. Purple lights on the side of his face flickering as he was looking at the tombs around him. Hundreds of thousands of Cyber Units. They were all offline, thankfully. This was in the end of the war, while the Cyberiad was still working on trying to win. The war was lost, however there were still carrier ships. The Cyberium long lost, that was what the turning point of the war was.

                  ❝     Do you feel that? No. You wouldn’t. This is something of mine. Something’s coming. I should recognize this feeling however I have not felt this before- not like this. This is-    ❞

                             Looking towards where Silver was staring, he looked at the blonde rounding the corner. Blonde. Small. Carrying herself with confidence. Head tilted as he watched the face contort to confusion, he suddenly snapped his head down. The sound of electricity cackling with the motion.

                             Eyes grow wide as he looks back up at the confused counterpart. The taste of metal: Paradox. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. There was no record of the Doctor interfering with the Cyber Wars, and especially not at the end. Suddenly rushing behind Clara, and ducking down, he whispered out.

                  ❝     This is not going to end well. Shall we take our leave? Let’s take our leave. This is not a game we will win, Clara. We need to leave, now.    ❞

It seems like little dissuades the man in this moment. There’s a cold chill in the room, like an icy fog penetrating the most frozen of graveyards. Or the lord of it all; a lord of time and space, of death and life—if he so wished. And he’s tired, he’s so tired of the death, the suffering. He can put an end to it all. He can put an end to all of it. So he shall, an action that would seem so easy if not for the look in his companion’s eyes.

Watching her reaction carefully, the very thought of giving Rose what she’d always wanted, to save her from the grief of her father’s passing… he’d been giddy, at the thought of her joy. Of what he could finally have the strength to provide her. It’s taken all this time for him to realize there are no laws to the passage of time, because they’re all his. He is all that is left. Time will work because he’ll will it so. Because he SAID so.

“ Rose… “ he starts softly, approaching her tentatively with eyes so soft yet hardened by the years of loss. His hands lift to rest gently on her shoulders, as if he needs her to understand something: understand WHY he’s giving the go-forth after all this time. “ All that time ago… don’t you remember? How you wondered… How I could save all those people, but I couldn’t save the one person that mattered? “

He lets a moment of silence sit.

@tiimelost​​ SAID: you look  …  stunning . - rose :>

❝ Really? ❞ the man asks, scanning his being as his eyes pass over his suit and bowtie -- fleeting glances as he suddenly grows questionable and self-conscious, surprised at the compliment. ❝ I don't know, I thought I could have used a bit more hair gel... Maybe a different waistcoat. Could've done without the bowtie, not entirely sure it compli... ❞