[Chews her bottom lip.] Yeah, but you might say whoever took the bench did.
[She grins softly as Angelique explains further.]
Mmm. I wouldn't say I didn't want to stay. I want to be with him. He gave me a clone of himself. It's all a bit mad. He wants me to be happy, I want him to be happy. He's not happier without me, so I was mad that he didn't let me try, because he would'a been miserable lettin' me sacrifice my family for him again, a chance for another life he can't give me, follow? Wellll.... and he was scared o' seein' me die. But don't even get me started on that.
[Gently leans her forehead to Angelique's!] Goin' back to your bench analogy.
Don't take the bench for granted. If you want it to stay, make it clear. Find out why the bench is there. Make sure it's protected from the weather, so it won't get rotted or rusted from rain, or melt in the heat. Make sure it's coated with the right kind of materials so it'll stay.
Or in people terms... make sure he stays sturdy enough to be a good enough bench. If you see bolts getting loose, or damage accumulating, don't wait for someone to tear it down. Be proactive, protect what's important to you. If you can't be bothered to do that, then the bench isn't really as important as you think, just convenient. Replaceable. But if you like this bench, this person, don't ignore the rust. Make sure you do what you can to keep it in top shape, yeah?
Or putting it back to me and the Doctor, if he'd told me things, that would have been like working off the rust instead of letting letting whole planks go. That's just me though. Everyone's different, like you said, people are complicated. But he really did almost lose me like you're worried about. Because he didn't seem to care. And I got to thinkin' maybe I was makin' it worse for him. Maybe he wasn't joggin' as far as he would have for another bench, not pushin' his limits, just sticking to what was familiar. It's a lot more work after the fact is all.
Action / Everglade
[She grins softly as Angelique explains further.]
Mmm. I wouldn't say I didn't want to stay. I want to be with him. He gave me a clone of himself. It's all a bit mad. He wants me to be happy, I want him to be happy. He's not happier without me, so I was mad that he didn't let me try, because he would'a been miserable lettin' me sacrifice my family for him again, a chance for another life he can't give me, follow? Wellll.... and he was scared o' seein' me die. But don't even get me started on that.
[Gently leans her forehead to Angelique's!] Goin' back to your bench analogy.
Don't take the bench for granted. If you want it to stay, make it clear. Find out why the bench is there. Make sure it's protected from the weather, so it won't get rotted or rusted from rain, or melt in the heat. Make sure it's coated with the right kind of materials so it'll stay.
Or in people terms... make sure he stays sturdy enough to be a good enough bench. If you see bolts getting loose, or damage accumulating, don't wait for someone to tear it down. Be proactive, protect what's important to you. If you can't be bothered to do that, then the bench isn't really as important as you think, just convenient. Replaceable. But if you like this bench, this person, don't ignore the rust. Make sure you do what you can to keep it in top shape, yeah?
Or putting it back to me and the Doctor, if he'd told me things, that would have been like working off the rust instead of letting letting whole planks go. That's just me though. Everyone's different, like you said, people are complicated. But he really did almost lose me like you're worried about. Because he didn't seem to care. And I got to thinkin' maybe I was makin' it worse for him. Maybe he wasn't joggin' as far as he would have for another bench, not pushin' his limits, just sticking to what was familiar. It's a lot more work after the fact is all.