Nothing can. Nothing can take away grief but time and tears; that's what they're for. She wouldn't, even if she could. It belongs to him, it wouldn't be right. If she could fix it...but she can't, and it's no use dwelling on it. She knows how this book ends, and it's not here, not now.
Sexy stumbles back at the push, still not entirely centered, but catches herself on the railing as the Doctor goes to rage against the wall. She's quiet for a moment, just watching. Reactions like this from him were rare, but not entirely unprecedented, and it was better to just let it happen.
"No, you didn't. But you needed to." It's not his fault. How is love a fault? Sexy moves slowly, crouching down next to where the Doctor has prostrated himself. Her hand hovers, unsure of whether or not she should offer comfort, or if he's going to explode again. She wouldn't blame him.
"The point is that there are so many good things waiting for you, and yes, bad things too. You will love and you will lose, and it will hurt. That is the cost of living, my darling thief, and I know it might not seem like it, but you will pay it gladly. I'm not saying you will ever find someone that you love as deeply as you love Rose - she has touched parts of you I haven't seen in centuries. But there are different kinds of love, and so much of it awaits you." Sexy inhales deeply, thinking of Amy and Rory. Where they've been and where they'll go, and how very much it will tear the Doctor apart; but in the end, he will be so thankful to have had them, all of them, every companion that's ever crossed her threshold.
"I can't bear to watch you throw it all away, and I know she wouldn't want you to either."
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Date: 2019-01-01 05:46 pm (UTC)Sexy stumbles back at the push, still not entirely centered, but catches herself on the railing as the Doctor goes to rage against the wall. She's quiet for a moment, just watching. Reactions like this from him were rare, but not entirely unprecedented, and it was better to just let it happen.
"No, you didn't. But you needed to." It's not his fault. How is love a fault? Sexy moves slowly, crouching down next to where the Doctor has prostrated himself. Her hand hovers, unsure of whether or not she should offer comfort, or if he's going to explode again. She wouldn't blame him.
"The point is that there are so many good things waiting for you, and yes, bad things too. You will love and you will lose, and it will hurt. That is the cost of living, my darling thief, and I know it might not seem like it, but you will pay it gladly. I'm not saying you will ever find someone that you love as deeply as you love Rose - she has touched parts of you I haven't seen in centuries. But there are different kinds of love, and so much of it awaits you." Sexy inhales deeply, thinking of Amy and Rory. Where they've been and where they'll go, and how very much it will tear the Doctor apart; but in the end, he will be so thankful to have had them, all of them, every companion that's ever crossed her threshold.
"I can't bear to watch you throw it all away, and I know she wouldn't want you to either."