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dw100Title: Cycles
Author:kaffy_r
Characters: Clara, the Twelfth Doctor
Words: 100, per Google Docs
"I'm alright. You get some sleep."
"You're sure." He knew Clara knew he wouldn't answer.
They'd lost today; a mission, then a life.
Clara had apologized, because he was still relearning how to care.
There were some things he hated about regeneration, some rejiggerings of his psyche. Losing empathy, even temporarily, angered him.
The apologies were accepted, with banked resentment on the part of those they'd saved.
It's part of the cycle he whispered to himself. Victories, defeats, things in-between.
This was why he'd tried to lose empathy, he supposed.
He waited for Clara's return, so he could hug her.
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Author:
kaffy_r Characters: Clara, the Twelfth Doctor
Words: 100, per Google Docs
"I'm alright. You get some sleep."
"You're sure." He knew Clara knew he wouldn't answer.
They'd lost today; a mission, then a life.
Clara had apologized, because he was still relearning how to care.
There were some things he hated about regeneration, some rejiggerings of his psyche. Losing empathy, even temporarily, angered him.
The apologies were accepted, with banked resentment on the part of those they'd saved.
It's part of the cycle he whispered to himself. Victories, defeats, things in-between.
This was why he'd tried to lose empathy, he supposed.
He waited for Clara's return, so he could hug her.
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