[ That question surprises him but his gaze stays firmly forward on the path giving the impression that he might not have heard it or was even ignoring it.
Countless faces spin through his mind that he also can't be sure if they're truly alive or dead. Some of them he knows are. Some of them have been left in an uncertain state and he's either too cowardly, or unwilling to find them to find out. Or if it's in the case of Bill and Nardole...he can't. But then his mind wanders to Clara's but it's not the Clara standing with him - it's the one with the white noise that he can't seem to place in his mind.
Thankfully with his back turned to her, Clara can't see the somber expression on his face. ]
There's too many. [ And then the heavy, sobering tone is gone as he tries to make light of it. ] If I did pick one I'm sure some of them would have something to say.
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Countless faces spin through his mind that he also can't be sure if they're truly alive or dead. Some of them he knows are. Some of them have been left in an uncertain state and he's either too cowardly, or unwilling to find them to find out. Or if it's in the case of Bill and Nardole...he can't. But then his mind wanders to Clara's but it's not the Clara standing with him - it's the one with the white noise that he can't seem to place in his mind.
Thankfully with his back turned to her, Clara can't see the somber expression on his face. ]
There's too many. [ And then the heavy, sobering tone is gone as he tries to make light of it. ] If I did pick one I'm sure some of them would have something to say.