He feels a surge of hope when she calls him by name. This isn't what she wants, but it's the only thing that will bring her back to herself and keep her alive.
"Not this way." he sighs, feeling his own longing for home magnified by hers. He cradles her head against his shoulder, fingers tangled in her hair. "You'd tear apart before you made it through." His lips flatten into a tight line and he forces himself to action instead of mourning. He wishes that he could have helped her home instead of this.
The point of the connection, once bright and menacing in her mind, is now more akin to a burning coal. He renews his efforts, pressing in to wrench the TARDIS from the rift. His body tenses with the effort of forcing her mind further away from it. In his bed at home, his limbs shake and his hands clench into fists.
The flame diminishes and sputters out. When the connection is completely lost, they are left with each other. He takes a shaky breath and doesn't move but to loosen his grip on her. He's not quite ready to let go of her yet.
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"Not this way." he sighs, feeling his own longing for home magnified by hers. He cradles her head against his shoulder, fingers tangled in her hair. "You'd tear apart before you made it through." His lips flatten into a tight line and he forces himself to action instead of mourning. He wishes that he could have helped her home instead of this.
The point of the connection, once bright and menacing in her mind, is now more akin to a burning coal. He renews his efforts, pressing in to wrench the TARDIS from the rift. His body tenses with the effort of forcing her mind further away from it. In his bed at home, his limbs shake and his hands clench into fists.
The flame diminishes and sputters out. When the connection is completely lost, they are left with each other. He takes a shaky breath and doesn't move but to loosen his grip on her. He's not quite ready to let go of her yet.