The Doctor nods as he takes in Giant Centipedes and Not-As-Evil-As-We-Thought. Eva’s completely right, of course. Very sensible for a human, and not in the Leadsworth Sensible way, either!
“You know they do change that. In the future. Different definitions of presidents and what counts as a human. Bit stretchy by then,” the Doctor points out. As spoilers go, he considers it harmless. It’s a future he probably would have liked to show her, if things had been different – and that, by the way, is a very human way of looking at it, as if that’s just how it will be. Why, he could still take her there! Show off the universe to her when it’s not trying to kill her or enslave her! Or…at least keep those bits away from her as best he could.
The Doctor has one of those Looks on his face, as if he’s plotting something. Maybe a scheme. His Scheming and Plotting Faces look the same anyway. Still, he’s past the days where he just pushes his companions into the TARDIS and they’re basically glorified prisoners, so it still all banks on Eva agreeing to go on an adventure or two in the end. The Doctor nods, watching the fire crackling in front of Eva. The firelight casts those scars of hers in deeper shadows, making her look old, and not just in that way humans get once they reach the end of their short lifespans.
“It’d be better off having more Eva Salazar,” the Doctor remarks. “The real you.”
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Date: 2012-02-26 12:06 am (UTC)“You know they do change that. In the future. Different definitions of presidents and what counts as a human. Bit stretchy by then,” the Doctor points out. As spoilers go, he considers it harmless. It’s a future he probably would have liked to show her, if things had been different – and that, by the way, is a very human way of looking at it, as if that’s just how it will be. Why, he could still take her there! Show off the universe to her when it’s not trying to kill her or enslave her! Or…at least keep those bits away from her as best he could.
The Doctor has one of those Looks on his face, as if he’s plotting something. Maybe a scheme. His Scheming and Plotting Faces look the same anyway. Still, he’s past the days where he just pushes his companions into the TARDIS and they’re basically glorified prisoners, so it still all banks on Eva agreeing to go on an adventure or two in the end. The Doctor nods, watching the fire crackling in front of Eva. The firelight casts those scars of hers in deeper shadows, making her look old, and not just in that way humans get once they reach the end of their short lifespans.
“It’d be better off having more Eva Salazar,” the Doctor remarks. “The real you.”