She closes her fingers around the cube with care, and lowers her hand, still watching him.
"... a year," she says, at last. "A year full, and half another in that place. Held unmoving, scorched and blinded--"
A pause.
"-- and mortal, oh yes, mortal still, with a mortal body's needs, but made undying." She gestures with her other hand at herself, and oh, but her smile is self-mocking and bitter.
"Believe me, dear Doctor, when I say it is that you do not want to see what is truly left of me beneath this shape."
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Date: 2010-07-22 06:08 am (UTC)"... a year," she says, at last. "A year full, and half another in that place. Held unmoving, scorched and blinded--"
A pause.
"-- and mortal, oh yes, mortal still, with a mortal body's needs, but made undying." She gestures with her other hand at herself, and oh, but her smile is self-mocking and bitter.
"Believe me, dear Doctor, when I say it is that you do not want to see what is truly left of me beneath this shape."