Date: 2013-07-15 05:22 am (UTC)
makingsouffles: (❋ sell my sorry soul)
[She nods faintly, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. But, they're quiet and practically dead as it is, for now, so Oswin steps quietly into the room, careful not to make any noise.

The Doctor's hatred and revulsion are nearly palpable, even if both of them are quiet, and the wounds made by his shattering of her dream world are still raw. Oswin tries not to think about that look in his eyes, all of that emotion focused on her.

No. Distractions are bad. Offing Daleks sounds much better. And she's going to need something to do that with.

She balks for just a moment at the thought of properly killing something, even a Dalek. But then again, they're not real. And if mental Daleks are what's standing between her and her life... Well. A little well-deserved punishment would hurt them a hell of a lot more than her.]


There's got to be more than this. [She's whispering now, careful not to wake them. Best to catch them off guard when she had a way to do so.] S'just one part, this place, yeah?
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