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Hello, you've reached the Doctor, not at the TARDIS, well, maybe at the TARDIS, won't know until I answer, leave me a message after the TARDIS engine sound if you've got one, just a "please help" is fine although more details would probably be good, whatever you can manage, and I'll get back to you, and maybe save your planet, ta!

[Followed right after by about a second of the sound of TARDIS engines, followed by the thump of its landing.

Feel free to leave a message for the (eleventh) Doctor here!]

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spacepeterpan

Above it?

[There's something infuriating about that face (or voice, in this case) in particular giving him attitude, although it's hard to separate whether it's the things he's saying, or just him, at this point.]

Fine, you want to speak candidly? All right, no one here to regret it but you and I, brilliant, then don't be an idiot. Of course we're not "above" mourning our friends--I wouldn't want to be, and you should know better--but that doesn't mean we need to show it off, and it'd just be stupid to talk as if it's their fault, or as if we could do better than them. Best thing we've ever had in our lives, they are, and you should know that, too. So you just think a moment before you come complaining to me about what they do, or how we feel when we have to let go.

[By the end of that, the Doctor's voice is tense, barely restraining himself short of the sort of furious tirade unleashed a couple times at Demon's Run.

Of course, while he's speaking in generalities, they both know he's thinking of one very much in particular--although he strongly suspects a second, as well.]

From:

guitar_hero

[he hadn't been talking about mourning per se and he couldn't say he didn't deserve the dressing down from someone who has literally gone through the same and is still going through it.

They are. He knows. They all are. Wonderful. He wished he knew how to deal with them. This. Everything. But there is no point in asking or arguing with a voice that is the same as his and is also angry with him.

Once again proving that shouting doesn't really solve all that much.]

Mfh. Fair enough. Thanks for the talk. [because what more is there to be said and at least the fire is gone. Much easier to go through life when frustration turns to weary acceptance]