[ The Doctor hadn't been quite sure what to expect when to came to the missions. Was there a part of him that should have taken them more seriously than he should have? Maybe. Probably. To him it was just another adventure. The prospect of hoverboards and canine automatons had distracted from many of the other worries that would normally plague someone, namely, would the others he was with get hurt? Would he?
The fun bits had happened. But so had others being hurt and those were things that he couldn't take back or reverse the decisions that had led to those moments. His own well being had never been as much of a concern to him. Time Lords were by no means invincible, but it would be a lie to say that his people lived their lives like they were near impossible to kill because they were thanks to their regenerations. The chip prevented that from happening here in the Broken World, but the power that had been gifted to him made it feel like he was more invincible than before. The swipe to his calf had been rendered nothing more than a flesh wound and the pain he had received when he had tried to heal Rokuro had been a surprise in hindsight, but there was no harm done now. Not to him anyway.
But the thought of Rokuro's pain at the tower flashed through his mind before it was shortly joined by the memory of Clara cold, clammy, and on the verge of death because of a decision he had made. It was why he was sat at the feast with a book on surgery to one side of his heaping plate of food. It was also why he didn't notice the dripping green bean that had risen from his plate like a phantom finding purchase between his brows where Obi-Wan had directed it.
Slowly his hand reaches for the bean and he examines it with confused, furrowed brows before looking around the room for the source of its movement. The tether connection of what he knows must be Obi-Wan's version of childlike triumph helps him hone right in on the man and his lips twitch despite the lingering look of confusion on his face. This silly little green bean does, for a moment, dispel the gloomy, heavy thoughts from his mind as he speaks clearly in his mind in mild amusement.
'Is that also what they teach you at your Jedi school? How to start food fights?']
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The fun bits had happened. But so had others being hurt and those were things that he couldn't take back or reverse the decisions that had led to those moments. His own well being had never been as much of a concern to him. Time Lords were by no means invincible, but it would be a lie to say that his people lived their lives like they were near impossible to kill because they were thanks to their regenerations. The chip prevented that from happening here in the Broken World, but the power that had been gifted to him made it feel like he was more invincible than before. The swipe to his calf had been rendered nothing more than a flesh wound and the pain he had received when he had tried to heal Rokuro had been a surprise in hindsight, but there was no harm done now. Not to him anyway.
But the thought of Rokuro's pain at the tower flashed through his mind before it was shortly joined by the memory of Clara cold, clammy, and on the verge of death because of a decision he had made. It was why he was sat at the feast with a book on surgery to one side of his heaping plate of food. It was also why he didn't notice the dripping green bean that had risen from his plate like a phantom finding purchase between his brows where Obi-Wan had directed it.
Slowly his hand reaches for the bean and he examines it with confused, furrowed brows before looking around the room for the source of its movement. The tether connection of what he knows must be Obi-Wan's version of childlike triumph helps him hone right in on the man and his lips twitch despite the lingering look of confusion on his face. This silly little green bean does, for a moment, dispel the gloomy, heavy thoughts from his mind as he speaks clearly in his mind in mild amusement.
'Is that also what they teach you at your Jedi school? How to start food fights?']