#fifth doctor and sola tbt.

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Rarely  did  he  ever  mention  Luke  Skywalker  publicly.  Actually,  he  never  did. Only  time  his  name  had  came  around  in  front  of  someone  coming  from  another  universe  lasted  from  Frodo’s  long  term  adventures  at  his  side  ---  when  once  the  foundations  of  the  Logic  Error  had  been  created,  once  the  landscape  door  of  the  temporal  abnormality  have  been  fixed  from  the  inside  by  the  indirect  piece  he  had  influenced  and  created  in  consequence,  emotional  turmoil  in  both  side  had  created  anchored  switching  concerning  everything  experienced  until  then  …  Emotional  wounds  he  left  on  the  Hobbit,  in  which  ocean  gaze  had  expressed  various  feelings,  fulfilled  of  an  undefined  guilt,  wrapped  inside  an  understanding  he  never  reached  too  much  to  dig,  concerning  that  following  anguish  over  his  features,  his  general  worries  over  his  state  …  will  never  healed.  He  became  officially  a  witch  during  that  moment,  during  that  instant  when  he  had  passed  an  impression  of  eternity  trapped  within  his  ship,  alone  with  his  thoughts,  searching  in  vain  something  logical  for  fixing  two  conditions  that  remained  unsolvable.  Opportunity  have  been  missed  out,  since  never  an  goodbye  have  been  expressed  between  that  obscure  companion  left  within  darkness  of  remembrances  and  official  acknowledgement,  but  he  would  have  perfectly  imagining  Biblo’s  expression  by  the  realization  of  what  he  did  …  as  he  would  have  imagined  in  same  manner,  from  his  personal  concerns,  his  limited  influence  didn’t  removing  him  to  going  into  an  path  that  could  be  painful  for  him  …  Well,  Biblo,  in  some  extent,  have  been  the  last  person  who  came  across  the  Doctor  within  his  incarnation.  Inside  his  memories,  he  was  possibly  the  single  person  in  the  world  able  to  recollecting  to  everyone,  once,  he  had  been  someone  who  have  been  so  inclined  to  help  he  calling  himself  with  his  original’s  title,  but  within  an  tragedy  to  be  weighted  under  his  shoulders,  having  influence  on  the  narrative  under  another  name  was  the  last  ground  of  playground  he  needed.  Frodo,  sadly,  never  experiencing  him  as  the  Doctor  ---  and  knowing  him  somewhere  within  the  huge  universe,  following  a  lost  legacy  and  desiring  protecting  as  many  people  as  he  could,  sometimes  turning  him  nostalgic  of  a  time  that  passed  too  fast  on  his  own  eyes.  Luke  was  different.  He  was  the  one  who  remembering  him  the  man  he  have  been  back  when  he  was  human,  back  when  he  dreamed  of  that  possible  other  existence  with  his  father,  back  when  himself  have  attracted  towards  an  miraculous  wish  ---  but  that  boy  didn’t  existed  anymore.  That  man  who  forever  written  out  as  the  original  version of him  might  exist  within  timelines of same universe,  the  man  he  had  created  in  consequence  cannot  get  his  erased  life back.

Melancholy  within  his  features  would  sound  like  a  particular  expression  during  their  reunion.  He  never  have  been  gone,  he  always  have  been  present,  he  always  have  been  an  presence  ---  but  this  was  different  of  experiencing  travels  together,  to  exploring  density  of  the  universe  with  an  particular  lightness  as  he  was  inclined  to  be  sure  landscape  will  be  safe  and  circumstances  remaining  harmless  inside  defined  timing  …  back  when  Phil’s  support  have  been  an  additional  presence  in  which,  as  everyone  else  before  her,  could  complain  with.  Even  Peri  appreciating  to  having  someone  able  to  listen  and  boucing  over  her  comments,  juggling  back  over  her  emotions  and  understanding  how  troubling  his  behaviour  remained,  within  that  emotional  detachment,  within  that  stubbornness  to  be  more  careful  at  every  move.  When  he  has  been  confessing  concerning  mistakes,  he  had  been  speaking  over  his  own  case.  Confessing  something  he  usually  wouldn’t  never  even  figuring  to  mention.  Back  when  he  thought  her  as  human  before  later  realization,  rarely  fragments  of  emotionality  have  been  truthfully  shared  with  her.  He  always  has  been  honest,  but  in  some  extent.  He  wanted  her  happiness  in  all  costs,  and  travelling  without  the  sunlight  of  his  travels,  without  that  brightness  who  transformed  his  loneliness  darkness  inside  lightness,  the  taste  was  different.  However,  with  that  Logic  Error  tormenting  the  rest  of  his  eternity  until  he  somewhere  found  a  way  to  recreating  Underground  logic  inside  another  universe  afterwards  have  broken  such  laws  and  somewhere  managing  to  offering  life  to  an  living  ghost  unable  to  exist,  travels  couldn’t  be  the  same.  Interferences  couldn’t  be  the  same.  He  couldn’t  be  the  same. 

❝  It  wasn’t  an  reproach  against  you.  ❞  He  expressed  inside  an  gentle  understanding  voice,  as  lack  of  closeness  towards  her  generated  same  behaviour  of  guardian  he  always  had  with  her  since  the  first  days  within  the  spring  of  this  incarnation  ---  moving  towards  her,  searching  to  look  her  beautiful  eyes,  looking  to  same  closeness  as  the  first  days,  though  keeping  his  hands  behind  his  back,  though  with  that  expression  of  thoughtfulness  he  was  recognizing  with.  ❝  Mine  aren’t  something  I  can  take  back.  Mine  aren’t  something  that  could  be  allowed.  I  would  be  offended  if  you  aren’t  allowed  to  do  mistakes  ---  none  of  them  ever  created  irreparable  damages.  ❞  Confession  was  associated  with  a  reassuring  gentleness,  as  he  was  expecting  questions.  With  all  this  time  without  seeing  each  other,  she  must  have  questions,  right?  He  has  been  witnessing  everything.  Even  from  an  background  position,  he  have  been  observing  everything,  making  sure  she  was  safe,  assuring  circumstances  will  never  making  it  losing  her.  He  couldn’t  be  the  one  asking  questions  when  answers  were  already  know.  He  couldn’t  start  that  ground  when  he  was  the  one  when  many  reproaches  could  be  sending.  He  had  desired  taking  her  hands,  as  he  understood  a  similar  desire,  even  if  he  understood  all  the  same  ---  they  needed  to  rediscover  each  other,  and  reassurance  had  to  be  placed  firstly  nothing  changed  between  them.  ❝  Everything  has  been  lonely  without  you.  ❞  He  admitted  without  detour.  It’s  always  having  been  the  case.  It  will  forever  been  the  case.  She  have  been  with  Koschei,  he  knew  that,  an  he  didn’t  wanted  introducing  that  name  when  he  concerned  her,  when  there  was  an  obligatory  compromise  to  sharing  the  same  person  for  four  different  hearts  beating  deeply  for  her,  when  on  his  side,  he  was  searching  within  an  particular  extent  to  touching  Koschei’s  hearts.  Phil  was  used  to  his  sudden  melancholy  and  passing  sadness  and  distress  betraying  his  features.  Remembrances  of  the  past  cannot  be  forgotten  ----  how  he  didn’t  managed  to  save  Adric  for  coming  too  late  inside  an  desire  to  offer aid,  last  words  of  Nyssa  though  an  communication  link,  the  way  Tegan  expression  have  been  wrapped  with  sadness  as  she  couldn’t  take  it  anymore,  the  smile  Turlough’s  offered  as  last  goodbye  …  even  how  Biblo  had  watching  him  hopeful  when  they  separating  path   …   and  Frodo’s  gentleness  as  he  wished  someday  he  might  forgive  himself,  in  which  Luke  insisted  he  will  be  the  one  taking  care  of  his  companion  as  goodbye  never  have  to  be  expressed.  ❝  I  missed  you  more  words  can describe,  though  I  was   here  for  you.  ❞

@lightcreators ( fifth doctor ) said "not all mistakes can be fixed." [ x ]

"I know, Doctor. I've made plenty of them." Sola replied, looking to the blonde cricketer with a sad smile. In all her travels, she made plenty of mistakes and she had tried to fix them. None of them seemed to be bad enough to change anything in the fabrics of space-time and that was good. However, she still made them and not all could be fixed. Some were meant to be broken and changed.

In a strange way, she missed the Doctor a lot. This one and the one in the horrid coat of many colors. Oh, she missed her friend dearly. Her eyes glanced over the cricketer and sighed. She wanted to reach out for him and take his hand in hers, but stalled. It took a great deal to actually speak romantically to him after they hadn't spoken in a while.

A sigh escaped her, looking to the blonde with a wary but fond smile. "I missed you, you know?" she simply stated. Not going into detail over it.

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@tiimecrash​ continue from here

Sola arched a brow to the Doctor. "What are you saying Theta? That I should be careful with knowing things about you?" She wasn't sure what he was getting at but had a feeling it was about all the issues the pair had went through over the many years of being associated together. "I do hope you are careful, you know. I don't want anything happening to you. I love you too much to think of something bad happening. Which I know will happen soon. I'm just not sure how soon." Was is silly of her to worry? Perhaps so, but she couldn't help it. With all his odd earthly mafia business and amongst other complicated things -- she worried constantly about him.

There was a long pause as Sola pursed her lips. She had someone else watching out for her ( well technically a few people ) in all space-time. His soon-to-be incarnation was one, that bombastic coated man of many colors. He was always worried over her, much like this one was. Then there was the complicated mess that was the Master who somehow always found her in her own travels in space-time. “Don’t worry too much about me, I’ve got friends looking out for me. I’d do the same for you -- but I feel you don’t want me with you. You’re afraid something might happen to me if I’m travelling with you. This you anyways. With all your other business endeavors.” That’s exactly what Sola thought to. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her around, he just couldn’t have her around. Funny however, as Sola was able to take care of herself.

An  little  amused  smile  betrayed  his  expression.  Even  explaining  was  complicated  !  Though,  it  was  something  he  grow  accoustumed  to  have  :  finding  most  accurate  words  to  bring  his  perspective  without  be  too  much  perceived  as  condescending  or  perceiving  his  view  as  something  truly  offensive  …  She  was  one  of  rarer  people  he  allowed  himself  to  talk.  To  actually  explain  where  they  were  standing,  the  various  dangers,  all  the  knoweldge  he  didn’t  speak  about  otherwise.  His  right-hand  arm  wasn’t  welcomed  witch  such  treatment,  when  there  was  that  persistent  consciousness  in  one  way  he  would  gain  frontal  forgiveness.  Actually,  he  was  sending  Philip  Butler  bring  his  perspective  for  him.  Depending  how  people  reacted,  he  would  have  to  considering  how  to  treat  with  them  …  when  depending  which  people  we  are  speaking  about  his  presence  would  looking  like  a  damnation.  It  always  had  been  his  motto  —  to  remaining  that  terrifying  boss  in  the  background  who  rarely  interfere  …  meanwhile  staying  an  cardboard  leader  to  offer  reassurance  to  everyone.  There  was  an  hesitation.  There  was  couple  of  things  she  didn’t  knew  yet  …  His  future  amnesia  about  her  exploded  inside  his  next  incarnation,  when  managing  to  return  back  memories  created  more  complications.  He  searched  a  mean  to  been  remember.  He  cannot  guarantee  something  fully  concrete  for  his  others  incarnations.  His  sixth  self,  his  eventual  future  incarnation  if  he  was  inclined  to  die  one  day  into  defined  circumstances,  will  be  haunted  by  the  actions  he  was  currently  did,  of  that  name  Featherine  he  didn’t  wanted  carry.  His  seventh  self  will  have  remnants  of  that,  when  he  somewhere  always  had  been  a  finality  of  him,  a  middle  between  his  two  identities,  a  incarnation  who  understood  very  well  that  chessboard  talk  …  but  wasn’t  sure  he  would  assuming  as  a  witch.  His  eight  self  was  …  tricky.

❝    There  was  some  knoweldge  about  my  eventual  future  that  can  be  horribly  painful.    ❞  He  admitted,  weighting  every  one  of  his  words.    ❝  As  much  couple  of  incarnations  who  might  be  painful  for  you  more  than  others.  Incarnations  when  I’m  a  long  time  ago  memories,  a  ghost  following  them.  Incarnations  when  I  am  an  curshing  remembrance  they  can’t  accept.    ❞  He  pondered  wiht  indifference  inside  his  voice.  His  futures  selves  were  another  possibility  of  his  existence,  a  following  path  outside  the  little  escape  he  created  for  himself.  They  were  him  …  and  they  weren’t.  Will  never  be  able  to  do  responsabilities  he  imposed  to  himself.  It  was  his  price  for  survival.  She  was  in  between,  who  asked  nothing  of  that,  who  asked  nothing  about  how  dramatic  the  future  will  turn  …  At  least,  he  could  offer  her  a  security  no  other  self  would  could  give  to  her  —  a  complete  guarantee  to  be  always  present  at  her  side.  It  was  still  strange  to  be  called  by  his  Academy  alias,  turning  somehow  nostalgia  about  that  time.  Anchored  him  about  how  he  was,  even  if  such  name  dissolved  little  by  little  …  He  wasn’t  anymore  an  peaceful  Theta  pretending  not  having  bloody  hands,  who  pushed  behind  responsabilities  of  criminal  actions  —  he  embraced  them  ;  he  embraced  his  own  darkness  ;  he  embraced  how  complex  his  nature  had  been  ;  he  embraced  a  past  betrayal  over  a  friend  …    ❝  I’ll  make  sure  nothing  can  happens  to  me.    ❞  He  bounced  back  amusingly.  Her  loving  confession  generated  an  pleasant  smile,  flattered  by  it.    ❝  I’m  caring  a  lot  about  you  too.  Concerning  bad  thing  that  will  happens  to  me  …  it’s  inexistent  as  it’s  a  could  be,  but  not  for  that  face.    ❞  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  going  into  Androzani  Minor,  it  would  be  by  choice.  It  would  be  a  willingly  choice  to  let  himself  die  and  sacrifing  himself  for  his  companion.  To  witness  the  chaos  of  that  place  and  doing  a  silly  mistake  on  their  first  arrival.  Before  losing  Peri  brutally  in  Thoros  Beta,  for  found  her  again  couple  of  decades  later.  If  one  day,  he  decided  to  give  up.  There  was  no  comments  about  the  reassurance  she  waiting  to  bring  to  him.  He  knew  there  was  a  protective  next  self  that  will  do  anything  for  not  having  Featherine  acting  as  a  horrible  witch  as  she  did.  His  future  incarnation  remained  anchored  into  denial  about  the  kind  of  man  he  had  been  turned,  about  all  the  crimes  he  committed  inside  another  life  …  when  there  was  guilt  about  another  universe  that  would  eventually  wake  up  for  never  fade  away  …  when  the  reason  who  pushed  him  to  change  dramatically  circumstances  will  be  remembered  …  without  forgotting  some  past  self  decided  to  kill  an  alternative  version  of  that  future  self  …  was  allowed  to  remain  alive  for  the  man  he  was  for  had  killed  a  logic  error  possibility  …    ❝  I’m  aware  I  can  trust  these  friends  you  mentioning.  That  I’m  not  theoretically  alone  into  that  protective  business,  though  such  protections  are  kinda  a  consequences  of  my  actions.    ❞  It  was  a  clue  left  in  the  atmosphere,  without  given  too  much  details  before  laughing  offended  by  how  she  was  experiencing  the  situation.    ❞  You  have  a  complete  security  with  me.  However,  I’m  not  exactly  travelling  in  the  same  way  I  did  before.  However,  how  circumstances  I’m  in,  could  be  emotionally  crushing  for  you.  Phil  never  mind  having  you  around,  expressing  how  much  he  disagree  with  half  of  my  decisions  and  acting  as  a  pleasant  babysister  confident  …  nevertheless  I  can’t  simply  turn  back  responsabilities  I  have.  I  can’t  force  you  to  be  comfortable  if  you  aren’t  with  such  affairs  meanwhile  I  find  compromise.  If  you  want  to  stay  around,  to  remain  with  me,  I  want  it  by  a  willing  choice.  Where  you  know  what  to  expect.  When  there  was  no  sudden  disappointment  to  come.  Time  is  infinite  for  me.  I’ll  always  be  next  to  your  side,  even  inside  moments  when  I  cannnot  be  seen.  I’ll  always  be  here.  I’m  always  here  with  you.    ❞  There  was  another  moment  of  silence.    ❝  That  other  business  endeavors  is  more  vast  as  you  can  imagine.  I’m  a  shadow  making  trembling  the  history  underground,  this  is  true.  However,  it’s  more  than  it.  Someday,  it  would  sense  to  you.  Someday,  all  these  men  in  black  coming  from  the  underground  will  resonate  differently.    ❞  There  was  some  victory  sound  coming  out  of  his  lips.

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tiimecrash​:

“So Featherine is a being that showed you everything in exchange for your old identity?” the Professor arched a brow to the Doctor. It was beginning to make a bit more sense now, however it was still confusing to her. Kochei’s complaints about it didn’t help either. He complained about it to the point he was more unstable about it. Not that she cared, she did care over Koschei’s health over this Featherine thing. However, her feelings toward the Doctor was different. She did love and care for him, namely the blonde cricketer before her. His boyish like charm was still there but he changed. She noticed it long ago really, right after she became herself once again. When she was no longer masquerading as Elizabeth Burke.

She frowned some, she felt like she was losing him already. Though, she knew he was trying his best to keep up appearances for her. “I feel I’ve lost you already. The real you, but I want you here. I need you here. If you want to save someone, try and save us. I need you to be here with me, but I’m afraid I’m not with you. That I’m with Featherine instead most of the time.” A long pause was given as her eyes darted downward. Yes, she felt that way a lot recently, That was one reason the pair didn’t speak much amore. Aside from various forms in alternative universes. This universe, the one they knew … they were growing apart and that scared her. She was seeing what the Master was talking about now. It made sense to her. 

“I see what Koschei was talking about now, but I don’t want to have us end bitterly.” the Professor began, now gaining her confidence in speakign to him about such an odd subject that she barely knew anything about. Featherine. “I’m the Professor, I need to know these things. I have to know what to do and how to prepare for it and use it for the better. Tell me would you leave now with me if you could? You. Not Featherine – but you?” That was one thing she wanted ( or needed ) to know, if he was willing to put her ( or anyone else ) before Featherine. She wasn’t implying for him to do that, since it was impossible – she knew it was. She just wanted to hear his answer was all. To prove to herself she was improtant to him.

From an certain perspective, it had been what happened. On that day where he didn't manage to save Adric … flow of rest of existence had suddently embraced his mind. Every loss he was going to face. Every tragedy he would endure. Everything … everything … literally everything of his coming incarnations until trick mist of his tenth incarnation … The one, who afterwards suffered the trauma of that day on Rokkenjima, who was mentally dying, who was experiencing Death inside another approach, sending an help signal … Circumstances generated timing of an that ship explosion concided with the same view on that day, with same recollection of an trigger that shall be pushed in the future … He still remembered these times. How he wished he could have brought some mourning emotions over Adric, how he would have wished himself facing reality of the event emotionally … but had been slowly realizing he cannot let future loss happening. How he needed made an greatest difference.

Featherine, at that time, wasn't born yet. That tenth incarnation wasn't Featherine neither. It had been an once-in-a-life decision : saving all the people he couldn't save otherwise. Meaning, saving himself of his own tragedies. Meaning, interfering inside another approach than an usual Time Lord did. Meaning, having the guts where he never had the strenght as the Doctor. Regardless consequences, as the Doctor, destroying Davros if given the chance, he would be coward enough not to becoming himself an murderer. Not having willingly blood in his hands with complete consciousness for avoid disasters to came. His fourth self didn't managed to kill Davros, but him, even as the Doctor, had been tempted to end it all at once when he had the opportunity ---- However, Featherine wasn't made in same wood. Featherine can accept the burden to be a murderer. Oh, he had doing it couple of time already. Featherine can destroy an logic error of another incarnation of himself who wasn't supposed to exist and creating contradiction with his survival and how an etablished sixth incarnation was supposed to show up (cimenting that truth in consequence). Featherine would have killed Davros without any hesitation, where it had been bounds of conscience, awareness about other circumstances who pushed him to give agency … though, Tegan, having knowing him for a long time, knew he could kill Davros, supposed he probably get already new blood on his hands, and had been last strike she can handle. Whatever how rude and the kind of environement he came to living around, she never perceiving him as a murderer, witnessed it willingly do it, and cannot stand the thoughts, something that he anticipated and accepted earlier on. It had been that choice who turned meeting with Philip Butler the most magnificent opportunity inside that incarnation. Featherine saved Philip Butler, distorting altogether his timeline by that choice, and decided eventually altogether to saving him from Thanatos as a whole and having him at his side. In the same move, he would have saved Battler Ushiromiya, which was impossible to save, not at least inside the manner he would have loved to 'save' him. He tried to save Nyssa. He tried to protect Nyssa to the end and assuming all responsabilities for that wish … He tried to protect Traken of the Master's destruction. He informed his previous incarnation of his ending. He had been seeking to save Peri fate with his next incarnation …

❝ In some manner, it had been what happened. Though, Featherine is my own creation. Featherine is a witch I had to create myself at the price of my old identity. Featherine doesn't act as the Doctor, cannot pretend sharing the same name, since it's a witch saving everyone else as the Doctor I can't save. ❞ Even if, inside his own incarnations, goodbyes were final. Adric will never coming back. He could never return inside his own timeline and inform himself as his no-witch totally innocent self what going to happens, not younger self of his own incarnation, since whatever alternate of himself won't be his own being. Weight of his failure with Nyssa still burdened his shoulders, as he thought, searching her inside immensity of E-Space if he could cross it again, would appeasing finally his hearts. He destroyed eventually an entire universe by changing physic laws, something that cannot be undone. Eventually, he became far too dangerous for frontal interferences inside another universe. Regardless how many goods he wanted to create, he never managed anymore to act as an Doctor. He ended up be the one taking responsabilities for people wishes. He ended up be the one taking responsabilities for people dreams. Alois Trancy case was one of eternal reminder he would get from Phil after all. He let it happens. Even his tenth self blamed him to what happened on Rokkenjima, who had known all along, but never diverging him of the path he would take, never changing reason of that help signal … Cimenting then greatest paradox he created with himself, by receiving knoweldge he would met a witch someday, he decided to became one retroactively, allowing then his future self to be saved as a ressurecting witch.

❝ You never had losing me. ❞ He commented slowly with a gentle voice, as possible rudeness and frustration had fade away inside his thoughtful recollections. ❝ Featherine is another name of that incarnation. It's who I had become. It's the remnant of my incarnation that shall be the ghost for my other incarnations, the presence they cannot explain to themselves, the personality that will be an comforting existence eventually. I started considering myself officially as a witch where some particular date had been survived, where it becoming part of a truth that cannot be undone anymore, though, there had been something who cimenting it. ❞ There was another pause, as he had been listening every words about the threatening danger concerning them. He had never let her down. Whatever his responsabilities inside the darkness. Whatever when she was fobwatched. Whatever when he was slowly becoming now that deadly witch he had becoming ! He knew her in same lenght he had knew Phil. She was part of his life. He cannot live without her. He would always managing to be here, regardless the distance. ❝ You're always in my thoughts. You've always had been, regardless the distance between us, regardless if you had been different once, and myself ignored your nature for a long while. I want us. Of course, I want to save us. You're really one of the people I don't want to lose no matter the cost. ❞ There was also Phil. She mattered as much as Phil. Besides, she was a Time Lady, he didn't have to worry about an brutal death, had to made sure circumstances were gentle with her. He would have to assure Phil would never die. Never.

❝ I don't want us to end. ❞ He slowly raised his voice as he didn't liked the implication. There was a slow frustrating sigh as he refused negative feelings showing up inside his justifications attempts. He did everything he could for give himself a better life. He did everything he could for somewhere touching another existence where no tragedy would have to happens. There was another sigh. ❝ I saved Koschei with a similar deal, you know. He was so unprepared of the truth, of all the implications, about how I fooled him willingly inside my incarnation during years and left him with confusion of my future selves, giving him an sentiment of importance and to had been victorious by his own … I can show you, explain to you, bring you, inside that witches world likewise. Differently, though. Koschei want to save my tenth incarnation of identity loss he suffered, and it's my responsability to lead him the way, whatever if he hate me in consequence. It's Koschei, I always had been his beloved problematic Theta. You are different. I can learn you learn what you need to know and having your own opinion on the matter. Look, I know some of my words are rude. It worsened with the years. You need to understand I seek my own happiness. You are enough important to me than I can compromise my other responsabilities for you. I want to be with you meanwhile be certain you will be always safe. I want to be at your side without risking to lose you. ❞ There was another moment of silence, as he refused to expressing all his pain. ❝ It's always had been me … ❞

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tiimecrash​:

“Playing the fool will keep me around longer than you can realized. Survival, you know. Survival to whatever your witch is planning and supposedly staging for the universe. If I go on playing the fool I’m not a threat. I’m not important enough to be on the grand stage – yet I survive.” It was the cold truth on her part. That’s how Sola managed to keep being in the dark about the Featherine thing. She didn’t understand it and didn’t want to understand it. The witch didn’t see her as important enough to affect directly, so she played the fool. Ah, Claudius and his words of wisdom came in handy again. That Roman had such a big influence on her humanly outlook of survival. Sadly, he would never know it. Having been deceased of over 2,000 years. “ – survived by not wanting to know anything about it.” A sigh escaped her lips, she didn’t like talking about this whole ordeal with the blonde cricketer. It just seemed so strained to be with him and talking to him about it. She rather talk about something else. Something like they had when she was still fobwatched as Jamie Burke. When things were easier. Simpler. 

He already knew about her marriage to Koschei? Of course he would have known, what took the lady by surprise was that he was okay with it. It was strange for her to be compelled to various partners, but she was used to it. Something about humans and their need to have a mate and some a single mate might have changed her views. Maybe it was selfish of her to think she couldn’t only want one being more than another. Everyone deserved something to love or attach themselves to. A world without love was a strange one. Ah, how being around humans for many many years and being fobwatched as one for just as long changed her. She almost lost her true sense of species, and how it was like to be a Time Lord. She just recalled what she remember when she was still on Gallifrey. Ah, how she had changed. Was it for the better? Maybe. She wasn’t sure yet. All she knew was, she was becoming more human. “So you already know about our marriage then? Of course you do. That witch makes you know more than what we should know,” a very tiny scoff escaped her lips. She wasn’t upset with him, just mildly annoyed. Why? She didn’t know, she just was. Something about how he was priding himself on being a witch made her unease and annoyed. More-so than normal. She could assume it was due to her time being spent with Koschei rather than Theta recently.

Her eyes failed to meet his. Staring behind him in deep thought. When he said Koschei never mentions him, she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “He talks about you a lot. Still annoyed in a way with you. He’ll hate me for saying this, but he misses you. Not this you but — you.” she admitted to him. Koschei could not stand the blonde cricketer and blamed him for things. Sola could understand why, but for whatever reason she could not stay mad at Theta. Not even when he had the Featherine witch inside of him. They were one. She just had to accept it, learn to deal with him having another presence inside him.

There was a long pause and a small smile appearing on her lips. Sola thought over her next set of words carefully. “I do want you, Theta. I want you to be happy. I want to be happy too. I just still don’t understand much about Featherine and it’s a bit unnerving. I suppose you can tell me everything? That why I don’t have to keep playing the fool?”

Carefulness of his words had to be weigthed. Reality over that name Featherine, compared to whatever another incarnation he might have, was pretty much simple : it had been his personal survival tool, his only mean to eventually be remember, a gentle triggering paradox that would eventually allowing ressurection inside the future ... That name represented his fifth incarnation --- will end up at some point by be the single term in which he would be remember for ... not even for all the goods he did upon that Doctor's name. Even if during those times she had been fobwatched, she pictured foreshadowing. She pictured foreknowledge about how circumstances were currently. Blood of an alternative sixth incarnation, who cannot exist, that would ever could even exisiting inside circumstances of his regeneration, cannot be removed ... Oh, there were also some sealed chessboard inside the Victorian period he had been observer for had refused to interfere, but she hadn't been truly there --- during that bloomossing beginning period when he learned with his right hand man to becoming the witch he had becoming, to becoming that threat in the shadows, to have boldness ... There was no need to expressing any kind of frustration against her. He had been trying to protect her inside his own personal objectionable needs ... and Koschei ended up be an beautiful tool to been used for that purpose. Inside his world, future doors cannot be crossed and experienced in same way she could with his old friend. Inside his world, there was no more return inside his own timeline and resuming an frozen clock. Inside his world, he was around shadows. Inside his world, circumstances were watched from an higher point of view, when even his own species were looked at rat experimenters. Inside his world, there was no time. Assumption Featherine might hurt her one day generated that strange silenced annoyance reaction inside stern blue eyes, feeling offended by such sentence.  ❝ You're not a threat. You are the little protected flower that receives a suitable environment to flourish.  ❞ There was no exact reassurances he could bring over his goals. He had still the Time War to pondering intellectually, if he even came to listening to that temptation to rewrite it --- it might destroy or alter presumed remembrances inside his future selves, where he could need renmants of couple of foundations for allowing their existence ... it might even change Koschei's future in an larger scale ... and it might bring unwelcomed consequences. There was also his own future, when at much his tenth incarnation had been stabilized thanks to his direct interferences, he still needed to keep an eye of him. More recently, giving lessons to Koschei to learn how to behave was good compromise, considering he would have to dealing with his future self less inclined to kindness, less inclined to be bring second chances in middle of chessboards exploration. There was an emotional distance at her last confession.  ❝ It fell quite tragically.  ❞ He noticing slowly, without particular feeling inside, feeling amused by that comment. On the opposite, Phil brought him hell of grudge for had dared to know everything he shouldn't. On the opposite, Phil always wanted to know, which ended up problematic ... until his actions exploded to his face.

Somewhere, he would be mocking over that point. How he managed to barely controlling himself inside cruetly of his words, even by been nice as possible, as Phil was absent ... meanwhile he truly had to stay behind his right hand man back for avoid disasters.  ❝ You're just risking nothing with me.  ❞ He arbitrated quietly. Speaking concerning Koschei was another delicate part concerning their conversation. From his perspective, his timeline Koschei was dead a long time ago --- for had let him die with perfect consciousness ... something that one of his future self wasn't going to forget about what that incarnation did. Everything that incarnation had inflict him meanwhile he had pretented in front of his face not having an higher point of view, and remaining always the Doctor during their reunions. There was an explanation simple concerning that knoweldge. He had been present. Maybe not physically, maybe not even around, but was something hiding in middle of shadows, simply by doing nothing where his eight self had wanted protecting her and bring protective measures on the Master's shoulders ... Current incarnation of the Master, ah --- during hundreds of years, he had planned how the Master will be welcomed by him. He had even thought himself too nice --- but it was better than Phil's idea to kill him.  ❝ In some manner, I was there ...  ❞ He admitted slowly.  ❝ Gratefully, I have no reason to blame him.  ❞ He was still waiting how a good Time Lord he could be with him, however, he did showed how an affectionnate and good Child of Time he was with Sola --- where he was half flattered he wished protecting her from him ... but he was the one deciding. Letting silence between them, opportunities not to get into an argue seemed to picturing. Little amusement betrayed his features at notion of Koschei be annoyed and spoke about him --- he will probably never digesting emotionally and intellectually how he had robbed him of that sensation during all these years to had controlled a little the game between them ...  ❝ He misses the innocent Time Lord that I was, so naive that I can fall inside his traps innocently ... as he did a long time ago in Castrovalva. With I suppose, he get some remembrances from the Academy where our moments together sounds far away ...  ❞ There was no disdain inside his sentences, for himself be remembered about the second part, nevertheless managed to overcome that nostalgy for try to truly save his friend.  ❝ Koschei have rightful reasons to be angry with me. He will take a long time to calm down. Possibilities of settling our mutual accounts have widened into a cordial opportunity. It all depends on what he wants to do with it.  ❞ Inside that last sentence, how there was certaintly he would try to get control over him was whispered, creating slight amusement. Her last sentences was a good opening, and he decided to appreciating it for a moment.  ❝ Featherine is how I'll be remember. It's a tool who have to be created for survive, becoming a witch for, faraway in the future, such knoweldge allow me to survive inside another incarnation ... I had to sacrifice myself for give another chance to myself. In contribution, since I was going to be forgotten, I offered myself a life without time. Where I personally decide how things go. Where I decide my circumstances myself. Where I can interfere in these circumstances if I don't like it. It's my only way to touch a small piece of personal happiness. It's also the only real paradise that I can offer, to which none of my companions will have to take responsibility for me.  ❞ He took a deep breath. ❝  I don't want to lose you, and I'm making sure that doesn't happen, that I don’t fail on this wish. As for my way of life, it's different than before. I save people differently, always with good intention as always, but sometimes with brutal means.  ❞

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tiimecrash​:

“This whole ordeal with the witch is still very confusing. It’s beyond anything I know. Maybe it’s best if I keep playing the fool over it.” Sola sighed softly. She didn’t like being unaware or the unknown. Uncertainty scared her, always wanting a plan of sorts in her travels and whole being. It was an odd feeling she had over the unknown and it was the same way when she was Jamie Burke for all those years. Just an overwhelming feeling of being lost and a an uncanny feeling of uncertainty. Worry and everything else that followed in the times of uncertainty. The feeling of not knowing was even scarier to her. A Time Lord is supposed to know certain things about the universe and this was one of them she was clueless on. Maybe that’s why she was here, to learn about the unknown.

A soft smile appeared on her lips, as Theta touched her nose. A hint of blush spread across her cheeks, a very human reaction. She knew he loved her in all forms and this version loved her dearly as well. “I know you do. I love you as well. All of you.” she whispered to him. The soft smile still on her lips. Though it faded after he spoke of his future selves. She was aware of them now, but he then brought up Koschei which made her frown. There was such a big complicated thing she had with the Master and it was hard to explain. She had been fobwatched as Jamie Burke and lived and travelled around for many years. was odd that for whatever reason, her time with the eighth regeneration was altered in some way. Things had changed due to outside interference that she couldn’t explain. 

“I can’t tell you everything about Koschei. I refuse to.” She feared that if she told the incarnation about herself being married to him, it would ruin anything Sola and Theta had. Yes she knew Theta and Koschei loved eachother very much and she loved both of them. Romantically? Yes, at-least in regards to Theta. With Koschei it was complicated. “Unless you already know it from your Tenth self. I – can’t explain. Not fully.” Sola began, taking a deep breath as she shook the thoughts of the Master from her mind. To be honest, she was afraid to tell him she was married to Professor Yana anyways, but the Tenth Doctor knew that when he went to Malcassairo and found them ( herself and Koschei ) there.

There was a long pause as Sola frowned, saddened by the whole ordeal now. Theta’s mafia business and other endeavors caused mild rifts in their relationship and her future ( for Five at-least ) connection with Koschei complicated things greatly. “I’m sorry. I – just want everything to be okay. I want us to be happy. I just want you.” She openly was now admitting she preferred Theta over Koschei. At-least this version of Theta, but she was emotional ( and romantically ) attached to most all of his incarnations. 

Inside  current  circumstances,  he  was  living  inside  another  dimension  than  her  —  an  dimension  when  concepts  were  touchable  witches  or  when  the  various  waves  of  time  were  similiar  to  a  density  of  a  wind,  he  could  perceiving  underneath  physicality    of  the  narrative  and  considered  his  entire  timeline  as  a  book  in  which  he  controlled  the  pages.  His  tenth  self,  who  hadn’t  been  in  control  of  every  past  adventure,  who  had  been  inside  his  personal  responsabiltity,  wanted  sensing  that  control  once  more  over  the  narrative  of  his  timeline  —  writing  for  himself  what  kind  of  future  he  wanted,  and  not  let  anymore  circumstances  controlling  him,  even  though,  he  didn’t  have  anymore  any  kind  of  physical  control  to  exercise,  no  more  discreete  army  who  will  monotoring  the  entire  timeline  for  him.  It  was  fairly  different  of  when  she  was  Jamie  Burke.  Back  then,  inside  some  selfish  perspective,  inside  realization  of  tragedy  of  the  timeline  when  he  had  still  remnants  of  innocence,  he  still  cared  about  his  others  incarnations  —  to  be  remember  by  them,  but  also,  been  perceived  in  a  good  approach  about  the  man  he  will  or  was  been,  inside  that  terrible  hope  eventually  they  would  understood  him.  The  price  to  be  remember  was  to  renounce  to  that  dream.  For  his  others  incarnations,  it  was  needed  he  was  culprit  about  everything  who  had  going  on  inside  their  timeline,  when  he  feel  no  shame  anymore  to  manipulate  himself  as  a  piece.  He  taken  all  responsabilities  for  his  timeline,  and  decided  to  became  a  witch  for  survive.  He  was  the  incarnation  who  sacrificed  everything,  and  cannot  take  such  things  back,  wasn’t  planning  to  going  back,  and  managed  to  becoming  an  king  of  his  own  personal  realm.  He  had  come  to  be  amused  to  see  Koschei  trying  to  replicate  what  he  was  doing,  trying  to  figure  out  the  core  of  appareances  (  meanwhile,  as  always,  forgetting  the  heart  so  far  ),  now  deprived  in  two  separate  corners  of  a  Doctor  who  used  to  always  stop  the  Master  …  not  of  a  witch  who  was  trying  to  save  the  Master  in  her  own  way.

❝    You  can’t  hardly  escape  me,  so  playing  the  fool  is  only  a  perspective  that  suits  you  best.    ❞  Rudeness  inside  his  words  might  escape  him  again,  forced  him  to  weight  each  words  for  not  sound  too  much  heartless  inside  his  indifferent  notes.  He  was  always  watching.  His  timeline  was  his  playground,  and  since  there  was  no  intention  to  coming  back  into  his,  he  would  remain  away  of  it  —  appeasing  his  boredom  and  long-term  pain  the  best  he  could.    ❝  I’m  part  of  another  dimension  the  Time  Lords  aren’t  aware  of.  These  children  of  Time  had  actually  no  idea  immensity  of  universes  and  it’s  better  that  their  greedy  looks  have  no  idea  of  it.    ❞  He  counted  his  old  friend  along  them.  Koschei,  inside  his  power  greedy  perspective,  would  perceiving  simply  an  landscape  to  control,  not  all  the  elements  underneath  and  hidden.  Not  all  the  little  elements  allowing  to  define  otherwise  the  definition  of  an  universe.  Not  even  the  metaphoric  threads  he  was  playing  with  who  allowed  moves  inside  the  physical  world.  Hence,  as  much  he  had  been  the  one  informing  him,  giving  him  an  chance  and  an  hope  to  hold  inside  that  darkened  future,  he  hardly  believe  he  could  turn  himself  as  a  witch.  Without  that  move,  either  way,  he  would  remain  one  of  these  ‘children  of  time’  filled  of  arrogance,  that  would  bore  his  gaze  rather  than  desire  to  congratulate  him.  Flattery  would  come  from  gentleness  kindness  about  showing  possible  path  —  hence,  during  the  Year  Who  Never  Was,  he  allowed  the  Master  to  play  with  his  toys,  although  Koschei  had  played  like  a  clumsy  child  with  his  toys,  not  exploring  full  path  of  possibilities,  to  show  him  where  his  limits  was.  Either  way,  destroying  him  would  be  easily  doable  from  where  he  was  —  a  simple  change  of  position  would  make  him  understand  how  much  his  current  suffering  was  also  limited  by  physical  and  mental  concepts  that  he  had  exceeded.  This  personal  cat,  while  allowing  him  greater  independence  which  he  didn’t  take  away  from  him,  would  also  remain  a  personal  responsibility,  where  the  master  he  was  would  take  care  of  him  despite  his  refusals.  As  much  an  gentle  smile  born  inside  the  compliment  over  her  love  exceeding  that  incarnation,  he  preferred  ignoring  remark  over  his  others  incarnations.  It  wasn’t  his  problem  anymore.  He  wasn’t  concerned  personally  by  what  his  others  incarnations  would  do.  Inside  her  expression,  he  understood  quietly  she  wanted  explaining  to  him  what  happened  with  Koschei  or  maybe  reassuring  him  about  strange  complicated  relationship  between  them.  Whe  she  explicity  expressed  her  refusal  to  bring  explanations,  he  cannot  helped  to  smile  slowly,  expecting  that  kind  of  reaction  and  anways  didn’t  need  any  of  them.  He  had  been  here.  He  had  watched  everything  who  had  going  on.  The  Master  running  away  with  his  tenth  self’s  TARDIS  was  part  of  the  script.  The  Master  cherishing  her  forewatch  had  been  part  of  the  script.  Koschei  planning  an  entire  paradox  as  a  weapon  to  dominate  Earth,  and  be  the  cause  of  her  revival  as  a  Time  Lady,  was  part  of  the  script.  He  had  been  pardoned  by  him,  since  his  right-hand  man  had  been  thrilled  to  finally  be  able  to  kill  a  Time  Lord  in  his  life,  and  to  arrange  for  him  to  stay  dead  this  time.  Besides,  he  cannot  confessed  he  minded.  He  didn’t  —  since  he  let  that  complicated  love  between  them  blossomed.  He  didn’t  —  because  she  was  the  reason  Koschei  would  be  able  to  change  in  best  way  for  himself.  She  was  the  reason  who  hold  hope  inside  his  old  friend  when  his  world  had  been  destroyed.  ❝    I  already  know.  ❞    He  expressed  calmy,  when  he  refused  to  lie.    ❝  In  a  way,  Koschei  seeks  comfort  the  same  way  I  have  mine.  Nevertheless,  it’s  much  clumsier.  Strangely,  he  has  hesitations  and  excessiveness  which  prevents  him  from  seeing  beyond  appearances.  Nevertheless,  he  acts  with  tenderness  towards  you,  I  can  hardly  blame  him.  Koschei,  even  though  incarnation  I  knew  is  long  dead,  in  incarnation  you  know  is  striving  to  be  better  —  beyond  being  tired  of  having  to  put  up  with  me.  He  won’t  mention  me,  I’m  too  annoying  with  him,  it's  polite  to  reference  him  instead.    ❞  There  was  another  reassuring  expression  filled  of  understanding.    ❝  My  tenth  self  wouldn’t  learn  me  nothing,  since  I’m  one  having  that  incarnation  inside  my  responsabilities.  He  will  need  an  incarnation  having  been  there  to  redefine  and  rediscover  travel  without  losing  himself.    ❞    Even  if  it’s  wasn’t  though  the  name  Doctor  anymore,  though  he  didn’t  expressed  it.  ❝  I  personally  don’t  see  anything  that  could  prevent  us  from  being  happy.  It’s  different  from  the  past.  I’m  a  witch  now,  I’m  that  Featherine  name  that  whispers  across  the  universes.  Nothing  can  happen  except  boredom  of  the  circumstances  in  front  of  me  as  a  terrible  poison.  I  continually  treat  myself  for  this  strange  disease.  If  you  want  me,  you  can  have  me,  it’s  as  simple  as  that.  The  infinity  of  time  is  a  fairly  high  place  :  better  than  any  palace,  to  govern  this  time  which  escapes  us  each  second.    ❞

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tiimecrash​:

Sola stood there listening to him speak. He did have a point and with everything that was going on in his current endeavors made things a bit difficult for the pair. Atop of that, there was her connection to Koschei which made things even more awkward than they were before she returned back to her true self. When she was Jamie Burke, they had some odd issues to work out that she couldn’t explain but now she was back to her true self, everything just seemed more complicated than before. Did she love the Doctor? Yes, in a away. She cared for his well being and for him in general. Was it romantic? Yes, partly. “I just worry about you.”

She arched a brow to him as he spoke about his other incarnations having more painful issues with being around her. She knew his future ( ten ) incarnation would have a lot of emotional baggage with her. The others, she wasn’t sure of. His next incarnation was more protective and caring with her … and his eight incarnation ( the one she met and became romantically attached to first ) she had not seen since the Time War; which technically had not happened yet for this version of him. “I know of a few that will have some complicated emotions in regards to me.” she began, looking the blonde over.

There was a silence over her, she truly did want to be travelling and a companion to this version of Theta. She had grown attached to him with their many many travels together ( mostly as her fobwatched self, Jamie ). “I do want to travel with you and be with you. More than anything, but if it’s going to put me in danger and end with me being hurt - I don’t want to.” She looked toward the floor of his TARDIS, trying to figure out the right words to say. She knew of the possibilities of what could happen if she stayed with this version of him. She took a step forward, her hand to his cheek. “I know you’re always with me. Somehow. I’ve seen a few versions of you since we last spoke. The same can be said for me. You’re not alone, you know. Not really. I’m here – somewhere.” Sola was contemplating giving the young blonde a kiss. Why? To show him affection as she so wanted to give him. It was a complicated mess of feelings on her part. She loved him and wanted to be with him, but felt the need for them not to be together for a long period of time. “ – maybe we should only make special trips to meet each-other. Until you - this version of you –  think it’s safe of me to be around.” She then planted a quick and soft kiss to his lips, before locking hues to with him. Oh that complicated mess of a Time Lord. That complicated being called the Doctor.

All  the  intimacy  he  shared  with  Jamie  Burke  a  long  time  ago  …  hadn’t  been  wasted  inside  the  clock  of  time.  It  was  another  outside  element  he  honestly  cannot  control  —  remaining  another  time  an  observer,  but  cannot  consider  himself  powerless  this  time.  Either  way,  without  feeling  the  need  to  referencing  Koschei,  somewhere,  his  indirect  influence  managed  to  keep  her  safe  …  She  remained  the  exception  of  a  long-term  companion,  when  he  didn’t  fail  her  inside  his  current  incarnation,  and  always  managed  to  having  her  safe,  somewhere  —  Long  before  he  eventually  did  the  same  thing  with  Peri.  Adding  another  trick  to  the  timeline  at  some  point.  His  current  companion,  with  his  strange  responsabilities,  with  the  past  uncertaintly  about  surviving  an  particular  date,  inviting  her  to  finishing  her  studies  and  doing  travels  in  between.  Phil  was  an  babysister  accoustumed  to  such  position,  and  had  no  problem  to  watching  over  her,  as  …  these  moments  had  been  mentally  heavy.  It  was  the  last  stone,  the  last  move,  inside  hundreds  of  years  focused  over  that  moment.  The  epicenter  of  his  entire  actions  since  he  came  in  knoweldge  with  the  fact  …  When  he  thought,  at  that  moment,  foolishly,  this  would  be  his  possible  breaking  point  …  this  would  be  the  reason  he  would  feel  mostly  as  a  witch  than  a  Time  Lord  …  but  he  was  wrong  on  that.  He  created  his  own  future,  using  himself  as  a  piece  until  the  very  end,  but  was  reassured  about  the  outcome.  From  the  beginning,  nothing  could  altering  more  the  tragedy.  He  couldn’t  return  into  a  place  where  he  cannot  correct  his  moves.  Besides,  he  was  watching  over  them  differently.  The  chessboard  of  the  Golden  Witch  was  famous  not  solely  into  physical  world,  but  also  inside  higher  spheres.  An  scene  he  favored,  though  his  interventions  was  limited  since  he  didn’t  wanted  face  the  God  of  the  Underground.    It  was  the  ruins  he  left  behind  inside  that  universe  when  common  physic  rules  broke.  It  was reminder  of  these  years  left  trapped  into  one  place,  having  to  reconsidering  logic,  unable  to  leave,  having  to  hope  for  an  miracle  from  within  …  It  was  about  his  paradox  companion  cat.

At  her  confession,  there  was  an  pleased  but  reassuring  smile.  There  was  no  reason  to  be  worry  about  him  anymore.  He  was  in  control.  Far  more  in  control  than  everything  he  had  been  before.  Koschei  had  been  informed,  and  he  was  curious  about  his  reaction  about  ‘the  future’.  He  appreciated  every  little  moment  he  could  have  exposed  pressure  towards  the  Master  over  the  Year  Who  Never  Was,  as  it  was  amusing  to  seeing  some  child  having  trouble  with  his  toys  …  Since  he  was  the  one  controlling  the  game,  and  since  the  beginning,  the  Master  was  supposed  to  play  his  role,  that  will  bring  meaning  into  another  perspective  for  another  time  …  and  he  didn’t  have  to  worry  either  about  the  Master  understanding  higher  spheres.  It  was  unlucky  he  became  a  witch,  and  as  much  he  will  want  to  challenge  him,  he  had  more  experience  on  that  ground  that  him.  He  would  rather  be  an  polite  teacher  showed  him  how  badly  use  his  toys  bring   personal  repercussions.  Showing  him  how  much  he  had  an  limited  understanding  about  the  'control’  imposed  to  a  chessboard.  Would  probably  laughing  a  good  time  when  he  would  understood  the  praise  he  always  received  concerning  the  various  Game  Master  existing  inside  that  dimension,  when  …  eventually,  he  might  changing  his  own  definition  of  Master  and  actually  be  praised  as  he  wished  …  even  if  concerned  representing  an  concept  beyond  mere  notion  of  complete  conquest,  for  assuming  fully  that  kind  position  so  much  desired  inside  that  sphere.  He  didn’t  care  much  about  that.  For  him,  personally,  for  that  incarnation,  the  Master  died  a  long  time  ago.  The  actual  incarnation  of  his  friend  was  a  nice  alternative  he  could  watch  at,  expecting  another  miracle,  but  didn’t  personally  concerned  about  his  outcome.  It  was  the  entire  point  —  he  wasn’t  the  same  Theta.  The  former  Theta  who  preferred  run  away  of  his  crime  didn’t  existed  anymore.  He  was  the  kind  of  Theta  who  assumed  fully  his  responsabilities  and  how  guilty  he  was  over  circumstances.  Without  search  any  kind  of  thankfulness  anymore  —  his  reward  will  be  to  be  forgotten  for  a  short  while.

❝    These  will  have  complicated  emotions  over  circumstances.    ❞  He  correctly  slowly.    ❝  Not  for  the  feeling  they  had  for  you.  Not  for the  love  they  share  for  you.    ❞  Reference  over  his  future  selves  were  still  filled  of  an  emotional  detachment,  unattached  towards  his  own  person.  ❝    Not  for the  love  I  have  for  you.    ❞  He was  very  close  to  bring  foreknoweldge  about  that.  Somewhere,  into  current  circumstances  …  it  had  already  happened.  It  would  simply  cementing  a  truth.  She  might  possibly  cherish  even  more  deeper  memories  with  his  others  selves.  There  was  no  particular  pleasure  to  sharing  her  with  his  others  incarnations  —  without  even  think  about  the  Master,  because  he  was  handling  his  old  friend,  when  for  sure,  he  will  have  to  rethink  his  life  whatever  if  he  approved  or  not  —  however  it  came  from  consequences  of  his  own  actions.  Back  into  the  instant  when  some  logic  problem  happened  when  Featherine  had  to  explode  far  too  soon  …  when  even  Featherine  was  exposed  towards  Phil  …    ❝  My  sixth  self  will  always  be  very  protective  over  you,  make  sure  no  harm  will  come  to  you  and  doing  his  best.  My  seventh  self  prefer  to  cherish  you  indirectly,  with  his  special  kind  of  gentleness,  when  he  could  find  his  landmarks  somehow  into  how  a  pleasure  travels  turn  out.  My  eight  self  —  is  very  kind  of  loving,  simply  circumstances  are  difficult.  My  tenth  self  came  out  from  a  rough  path,  still,  for  sure,  he  will  do  everything  for  not  losing  anyone  else.  He  had  the  responsability  of  Koschei  also.  I  have  simply  passed  as  a  nice  informant  about  what  going  to  happens,  besides  of  some  reminder  he  is  no  longer  alone  in  claiming  to  be  in  the  big  leagues.  He  still  has  a  lot  to  learn.    ❞  It  will  sole  comment  about  the  matter,  not  wishing  to  bring  that  topic  of  the  Master.  That  last  sentence  was  expressed  with  complete  indifference,  not  reacting  over  knoweldge  he  knew  over  attachments  he  shared  for  Sola  …  conscious  also  he  was  also  screaming  for  his  old  dear  friend.  When  sadly,  all  the  shouting  of  the  Master  looked  him  more  and  more  like  a  child  he  barely  care  about  such  reaction.  Having  cats  bit  him  wasn’t  a  big  deal  !  He  turned  him  to  educated  them  more.  At  her  following  words,  he  listened  it,  approved,  but  feel  no  offense.  It  was  mostly  because  their  previous  travels  had  been  hurtful  such  thoughts  wasn’t  surprising.    ❝    You’re  not  gonna  be  hurt.    ❞  It  was  a  clear  and  neat  statement.  He  was  from  behind  monotaring  travels  she  can  done  with  Koschei  for  having  that  safety  in  check,  when  there  was  always  some  MIB  that  will  watch  around.  She  risked  nothing.  If  Koschei  dared  to  do  one  wrong  move,  he  would  known  it  immediatetly.  With  immediate  consequences.  Even  though  he  let  responsabilities  over  his  future,  he  remained  here,  knowing  there  was  a  need  to  slow  transition  over  accepteance.  He  was  a  witch  now.  Such  little  problems  of  inconvenience  didn’t  have  to  happens  anymore.  Ocean  eyes  watching  her  looking  over  the  floor  of  the  TARDIS,  then  moving  forward,  touching  his  cheeks  as  an  warm  smile  born  out  of  that  gesture.  Amused  over  her  small  misunderstood.    ❝  I  think  you’ve  misunderstood  a  little.  I  wasn’t  speaking  about  my  other  selves.  I  was  speaking  about  that  current  incarnation  —    ❞  He  understood,  inside  how  her  gaze  was,  how  there  was  hesitation,  her  troubled  feelings.  He  stopped  be  nice  about  exposing  truth  over  other  people.  He  didn’t  have  be  kind  with  Koschei  exposing  how  the  old  Theta  was  dead  and  would  have  to  deal  with  it.  However,  he  really  loved  Sola  and  wanted  be  delicate  for  her  —  as  he  had  been  with  his  business,  with  Featherine  …  even  though  it  had  been  Jamie  Burke  who  had  been  dealing  with  all  that.  Mere  fact  it  was  another  one  of  his  kind  transformed  his  protectiness  into  something  more.    ❝  It’s  safe  to  having  you  around.  I’m  already  protecting  you  —  with  that  current  incarnation  —  everywhere.  Even  if  sometimes  I’m  simply  a  presence,  a  sensation  you  might  already  feel,  without  saw  it.    ❞  He  reassured  with  most  gentle  tone  he  could  take,  returning  slowly  the  kiss.  That  time  around,  indifference’s  mask  fated  away  naturally,  when  happiness  filled  him.  When  he  truly  wanted  knowing  her  happy.    ❝  I’m  kind  of  expert  of  protecting  now.  If  you’ve  asked  Phil  decades  ago  about  eventuality  be  the  one  saving  me  of  trouble,  he  won’t  believe  it,  and  I  won’t  believe  it  neither.    ❞  He  touched  gently  her  nose  as  he  smiled  brightly.    ❝  I  turned  out  good  at  protecting.  Even  if  my  manners  are  considered  as  fairlty  rude  for  some.    ❞  He  giving  her  another  smaller  kiss.