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July 14th, 2012 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hisoldgirlMoments. There are so very, very many moments. Big ones, infinitesimally small ones -- I never used to notice moments. I existed in all of time and space -- what did moments matter? Well, that's not entirely true. There were always certain moments, ones that--
[the TARDIS frowns, pausing in her rambling to look at her NV as if she's only now aware it's recording. which is silly because she turned it on right before she started pacing about the flat. her eyes are wide, though, and sad, expression at least a little unhinged. she's always been a bit of a mad woman, after all]
When we leave here, those are moments, yes? And we experience moments when we return to wherever it is we came from. But some of those moments -- just the small ones, really, but the ones that have the biggest consequences -- we have to see those moments, don't we? But we won't know, because they might not come back. Or we'll leave and miss them. We can never know, can we? I never used to care about moments, but now...
[she trails off, almost as if she's done rambling. then]
Have you ever known the future and wanted so desperately for it to be different? For a way to avoid it, even when you know you can't? To change just one little moment so someone doesn't have to change instead?
[she has. and she worries. because Ten isn't in his flat, or anywhere else on the port can can find, for that matter, and she knows the time he came from -- and therefore knows exactly what he goes home to, if in fact he went back home. he did once before; there's precedent. she just wants very much for him not to have]
Thief? Thief, I need you.
[the TARDIS frowns, pausing in her rambling to look at her NV as if she's only now aware it's recording. which is silly because she turned it on right before she started pacing about the flat. her eyes are wide, though, and sad, expression at least a little unhinged. she's always been a bit of a mad woman, after all]
When we leave here, those are moments, yes? And we experience moments when we return to wherever it is we came from. But some of those moments -- just the small ones, really, but the ones that have the biggest consequences -- we have to see those moments, don't we? But we won't know, because they might not come back. Or we'll leave and miss them. We can never know, can we? I never used to care about moments, but now...
[she trails off, almost as if she's done rambling. then]
Have you ever known the future and wanted so desperately for it to be different? For a way to avoid it, even when you know you can't? To change just one little moment so someone doesn't have to change instead?
[she has. and she worries. because Ten isn't in his flat, or anywhere else on the port can can find, for that matter, and she knows the time he came from -- and therefore knows exactly what he goes home to, if in fact he went back home. he did once before; there's precedent. she just wants very much for him not to have]
Thief? Thief, I need you.
