He looks away. Arista stares at him in helpless silence, offering nothing. There is an unspoken trepidation, both in her tone and in the silence that follows, that halts the certainty of his demeanor regarding decisions previous. Fring's death had not been optional, it had been bright and clearly defined and a fixed point in their respective futures, and this had been obvious to him from the moment Asadi dragged him from the lower levels against his will.
It had not occurred to him what the TARDIS may consider necessary or optional in this context. He has walled himself in, unable to seize a rational exit to the question and unwilling to seize an irrational one, and he is left with few choices but to answer.
He searches himself for guilt or regret but finds he can unearth none.
Though he regrets, perhaps, the omission of certain events in his impromptu summary.
"I'm not hiding anything," he says evenly, unable to prevent the creep of the defensive note to his tone, which unfortunately leaves him with a clear logical progression he does not want to progress toward. "I took the actions I deemed necessary."
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It had not occurred to him what the TARDIS may consider necessary or optional in this context. He has walled himself in, unable to seize a rational exit to the question and unwilling to seize an irrational one, and he is left with few choices but to answer.
He searches himself for guilt or regret but finds he can unearth none.
Though he regrets, perhaps, the omission of certain events in his impromptu summary.
"I'm not hiding anything," he says evenly, unable to prevent the creep of the defensive note to his tone, which unfortunately leaves him with a clear logical progression he does not want to progress toward. "I took the actions I deemed necessary."