[Kamala accepts her tea with a worried frown. She drinks it while listening. It sounds like a fairytale. This is real life which is often stranger. She sets the tea down while trying to wrap her head around it.] So it's like what? Reincarnation?
[She starts to explain what that means to her.] I used to watch these cartoons as a kid about tragic princesses reborn into these kick-butt superheroes.
[In rapid fire she asks:] Does that mean if he comes back we can still be friends? It's still him. Kind of. He'll need friends.
Oh nooo :( Why, bodies? I hope you feel better soon <3
[ It does sound like a fairytale, Clara would completely agree. ]
Actually yeah, reincarnation is probably the best way to put it. The stories I've read, people forget who they were, or it only comes back to them in bits and pieces. The Doctor remembers everything, all of it. He's existed since...I don't know when. He's over two-thousand years old now.
[ And he was tired, she knew he was tired. She begged for more lives anyway. Compared to Kamala's quick questions, Clara is quiet and contemplative. ]
...He's really different, Kamala. He's old and gray and Scottish which are the first three differences. He hates bowties. He doesn't hug anymore, he doesn't like touch at all. [ Which kills her, going from holding hands and all the hugging she could stand, to nothing. ] He's blunt in a way that might hurt your feelings but he doesn't mean to. He still likes young people, he's always liked kids. Hope for the future and all that.
[ Clara's aware she's rambling and stops, wetting her lips. ]
He needs friends. He'll act like he doesn't, but he does.
[She is taken aback by his age. The Doctor has been so down to Earth. He never treated her like a dumb kid who didn't know any better. No, he was nothing, but kind and respectful towards her during their friendship.
That earns a lot of good will. She makes a mental note of the changes. Kamala knows it ultimately won't matter. She is going to give him a chance. He deserves that much from her, regardless of who he becomes. They all change with time. His change just sounds more extreme than most.]
Then he still has a friend. One day I'll be different too. I'd still want people to care about me, even if I'm not the person they remember.
[Kind of like with Red, she thinks. She loves the teen version and the awesome adult she became. She hopes that if it comes to that, people will still feel the same way about her too.]
[ It's hard to explain, and she isn't sure she can, what her love was (is) for the Doctor. What they had and what was taken away. Even if in this place it was different, their story is a fixed point, and she knows what they have.
Had.
That first time he'd recoiled from her touch felt like being plunged in ice water, and it only got marginally better. Better enough, but not the same. And then she was back here, and her Doctor was gone all over again. Kamala's right though, everyone changes, and Clara nods at her wisdom, even with her vision blurry, biting on the inside of her cheek to keep her tears at bay. When she can finally speak, she even manages to give a thin smile. ]
I always have thought kids are smarter than adults most of the time. I'm glad you won't give up on him, Kamala. I won't either.
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you're all good! I'll just be slow to tag back bc I have a respiratory illness
[She starts to explain what that means to her.] I used to watch these cartoons as a kid about tragic princesses reborn into these kick-butt superheroes.
[In rapid fire she asks:] Does that mean if he comes back we can still be friends? It's still him. Kind of. He'll need friends.
Oh nooo :( Why, bodies? I hope you feel better soon <3
Actually yeah, reincarnation is probably the best way to put it. The stories I've read, people forget who they were, or it only comes back to them in bits and pieces. The Doctor remembers everything, all of it. He's existed since...I don't know when. He's over two-thousand years old now.
[ And he was tired, she knew he was tired. She begged for more lives anyway. Compared to Kamala's quick questions, Clara is quiet and contemplative. ]
...He's really different, Kamala. He's old and gray and Scottish which are the first three differences. He hates bowties. He doesn't hug anymore, he doesn't like touch at all. [ Which kills her, going from holding hands and all the hugging she could stand, to nothing. ] He's blunt in a way that might hurt your feelings but he doesn't mean to. He still likes young people, he's always liked kids. Hope for the future and all that.
[ Clara's aware she's rambling and stops, wetting her lips. ]
He needs friends. He'll act like he doesn't, but he does.
thank you! I'm inching towards final recovery!
That earns a lot of good will. She makes a mental note of the changes. Kamala knows it ultimately won't matter. She is going to give him a chance. He deserves that much from her, regardless of who he becomes. They all change with time. His change just sounds more extreme than most.]
Then he still has a friend. One day I'll be different too. I'd still want people to care about me, even if I'm not the person they remember.
[Kind of like with Red, she thinks. She loves the teen version and the awesome adult she became. She hopes that if it comes to that, people will still feel the same way about her too.]
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Had.
That first time he'd recoiled from her touch felt like being plunged in ice water, and it only got marginally better. Better enough, but not the same. And then she was back here, and her Doctor was gone all over again. Kamala's right though, everyone changes, and Clara nods at her wisdom, even with her vision blurry, biting on the inside of her cheek to keep her tears at bay. When she can finally speak, she even manages to give a thin smile. ]
I always have thought kids are smarter than adults most of the time. I'm glad you won't give up on him, Kamala. I won't either.