[Not regenerating, not anymore? But still trapped in that in-between-ness. As if he'd been trapped between one heartbeat and his last, and oh how the irony of that hurts, even if he can't and won't know that side of things for two more regenerations. The thought of being trapped in that moment makes her feel a strange sort of claustrophobia. No, a type of panic. Like she can't draw in enough breath to fill her lungs and oh. No. She was feeling too much of him. Remembering him too much and it made the whole thing harder, made her furious at whomever had done this to him, to them, and also renewed guilt for what they had done to Clara by their previous face.
She swallowed hard, trying to force her own emotions back under control, and at least reassured that he was physically stable, she moved closer to him. She wasn't sure why, exactly, or what she intended to do when she approached him, but she needed to, regardless.]
I-...[What? What could she even say? It wasn't often that they found themselves speechless, and she hated it.] I am so sorry. I don't even have words, I just...This is so wrong. Whoever has done this to us...it's wrong.
[She reached out to grab his sleeve once she was close enough, her own pain settling into an anger that she did her best to bury deep. She could worry about making the people who'd brought them here atone for what they'd done to him later, when the pain she could see on his face wasn't so glaringly obvious, regardless of how he tried to shut down.
One step at a time, she could deal with that later. She realized why she'd wanted to move closer just before she closed the distance between them, pulling on his sleeve to bring him in nearer.]
I know you may not want it, but I really think you need a hug right now, an' I don' even care if it's weird because it's me, you're gettin' one anyway, an' that's that, so c'mere. [She had wrapped her arms around him before she was even done babbling nervously, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her. It was weird, yes; they weren't exactly the best at loving themselves, and this was like that, squared. Not to mention that it made it glaringly obvious how much smaller she was now then she had been before, with the way her face pressed into his shoulder. But that was not important, compared to the hurt she knew he had to be feeling and how much it made her want to take it all away. She remembered that pain, and she didn't want anyone to suffer that pain, not even themselves, not even when they had hated themselves the most.]
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She swallowed hard, trying to force her own emotions back under control, and at least reassured that he was physically stable, she moved closer to him. She wasn't sure why, exactly, or what she intended to do when she approached him, but she needed to, regardless.]
I-...[What? What could she even say? It wasn't often that they found themselves speechless, and she hated it.] I am so sorry. I don't even have words, I just...This is so wrong. Whoever has done this to us...it's wrong.
[She reached out to grab his sleeve once she was close enough, her own pain settling into an anger that she did her best to bury deep. She could worry about making the people who'd brought them here atone for what they'd done to him later, when the pain she could see on his face wasn't so glaringly obvious, regardless of how he tried to shut down.
One step at a time, she could deal with that later. She realized why she'd wanted to move closer just before she closed the distance between them, pulling on his sleeve to bring him in nearer.]
I know you may not want it, but I really think you need a hug right now, an' I don' even care if it's weird because it's me, you're gettin' one anyway, an' that's that, so c'mere. [She had wrapped her arms around him before she was even done babbling nervously, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her. It was weird, yes; they weren't exactly the best at loving themselves, and this was like that, squared. Not to mention that it made it glaringly obvious how much smaller she was now then she had been before, with the way her face pressed into his shoulder. But that was not important, compared to the hurt she knew he had to be feeling and how much it made her want to take it all away. She remembered that pain, and she didn't want anyone to suffer that pain, not even themselves, not even when they had hated themselves the most.]