"Centipedes, really. They were called Taxxons. And they were...well, the epitome of a tragic race. A complete subversion of our expectations." She looks sad for a moment. She didn't envy the Taxxons, found them disgusting, really, but out of any race she ran into, she found their decision to be voluntary controllers the only sympathetic one. "We thought they were evil and naturally, they were just scared and tortured. Much like many things in this reality."
She stares back at the Doctor. Yes, he's alien, and yet familiar, somehow. Not like the aliens in her life, the ones that tugged her around and ruined her and never once asked her permission before they upended everything she ever worked for. Before they stole her face and drafted her teenage son.
How could she ever blame him the way she blames the rest of the universe? He's like her - isolated. Carrying the wounds of pasts no one cares to delve into.
"No. I wanted to be president. But I was an immigrant." It's an honest answer. She did have quite the ambitions when she was young, but none of them involved traveling the galaxy. "I don't know that I want to see more of it now."
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:31 am (UTC)She stares back at the Doctor. Yes, he's alien, and yet familiar, somehow. Not like the aliens in her life, the ones that tugged her around and ruined her and never once asked her permission before they upended everything she ever worked for. Before they stole her face and drafted her teenage son.
How could she ever blame him the way she blames the rest of the universe? He's like her - isolated. Carrying the wounds of pasts no one cares to delve into.
"No. I wanted to be president. But I was an immigrant." It's an honest answer. She did have quite the ambitions when she was young, but none of them involved traveling the galaxy. "I don't know that I want to see more of it now."