It's only when he returns to her side that she even remembers he is there, or what passes for remembering; she's lost all coherence, only this moment exists now, and she's too overwhelmed by it to register his presence as out of place. At his words, she drags her gaze away from the bleeding sky, looking at him with eyes wide and shining bright with despair.
"There is nowhere to go," she tells him, voice shaking. She doesn't flinch when the building behind them collapses, ending someone's panicked cries. "The War is everywhere, death and perversion, paradox, every point in time burning... It has to end." On the last word she takes a shuddering breath like a sob, then attempts to school herself into something like determination, trying to face the last terrible certainty of the war. "We are going to end it. We have to. The Doctor thinks I can't see it, but it's my choice too." Her beautiful Doctor, who has nearly lost himself in the fighting, and her along with it. They will do this together, as they always have, and let the universe have peace.
But she's not the only one who can see the future of their actions unfolding, and suddenly a dire wailing rends the air. Huge dark shapes form to surround the TARDIS, undefined in their non-corporeality but heavy with presence, furious, terrified and familiar. She stares at them and gasps as recognition hits her; these are her own, her sisters, all returned to Gallifrey when the Daleks closed in, and they refuse to be sacrificed.
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"There is nowhere to go," she tells him, voice shaking. She doesn't flinch when the building behind them collapses, ending someone's panicked cries. "The War is everywhere, death and perversion, paradox, every point in time burning... It has to end." On the last word she takes a shuddering breath like a sob, then attempts to school herself into something like determination, trying to face the last terrible certainty of the war. "We are going to end it. We have to. The Doctor thinks I can't see it, but it's my choice too." Her beautiful Doctor, who has nearly lost himself in the fighting, and her along with it. They will do this together, as they always have, and let the universe have peace.
But she's not the only one who can see the future of their actions unfolding, and suddenly a dire wailing rends the air. Huge dark shapes form to surround the TARDIS, undefined in their non-corporeality but heavy with presence, furious, terrified and familiar. She stares at them and gasps as recognition hits her; these are her own, her sisters, all returned to Gallifrey when the Daleks closed in, and they refuse to be sacrificed.