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[With the other Doctors, it's all anger and accusations, rage, fire and fight.

Eight, on the other hand, almost looks like the natives that are still grey. His eyes seem dulled, and it looks as if the life has been drained from him. The only sign of any strong emotion are his hands and the white-knuckled grip they have on the pendant of the delicate gold necklace.]

Alright, universe...you win. You've spent years trying to break me. Almost succeeded when you killed members of my family and friends right in front of me. Silly of me to think that was the last of it.

I...almost came here to do the same as the others, and berate the gods for losing their grip, but what's the point? Gods don't exist and even powerful beings that call themselves gods are just as fallible as the rest of us. They may have more of the fancy tricks than we do, but they're no better than us, and shouldn't be expected to...to...

[Emotion does finally flicker over his face, and his jaw clenches with suppressed grief.]

Just...forget the idea that you can be happy here. It won't last.

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[He doesn't recognize the necklace, but it's not hard to figure out what happened. What else would do this to one of him?]

I'm sorry.

[It's all he can offer, and if he sounds very tired, it's because he is. What with the people he cares about as well as his other selves constantly dying and being sent home, and the fighting he's been doing... well, he's only human, now. It's hard to keep going in the face of all that. But he has to, doesn't he? He's the only one here who isn't half-broken by this place.]

I know...

[He finally lets one hand release the necklace, but only to rake his fingers through his curls briefly.]

Have you ever had the feeling that the universe is trying to crush you?

[He'll give an utterly humorless chuckle at that.]

Never moreso than in this place, I can assure you.

You are such an interesting part of my life.

For you, this is the most soul-crushing place we've been. Two lives later and it's simply one more example of the universe wanting to crush the life out of me.

[He makes a face and sighs.]

I know, I know, I'm sounding like one of those dreadful human teenagers that paint their eyes black and moan about the hopelessness of existence. Still, I can't help but wonder what is going on.

[...Six has no idea what to do with that bit of info, so he'll just. Ignore it. Well, store it away for future reference and not talk about it now, anyway.]

Perhaps a little, but... you certainly have good cause.

[This isn't like a normal loss, when they can go throw themselves at a new problem to take their mind off the hurt. There aren't many options when it comes to distractions.]

These so-called 'Gods' are inept bunglers who haven't a clue what they're doing, that's what's 'going on'.

[There's a bit of fire to his tone again, it's always nice to blame others for your problems. Especially when they actually deserve it.]

I know. I know it is. And yet, do they really choose who comes and goes? If I remember correctly, they don't. Maybe it's just some sort of cosmic joke being played on me. Or revenge.

Which is why they're clearly bunglers! Anyone with half an ounce of sense would realize how dangerous something like this is, and would either gain more control over it or shut it down completely! I don't care how supposedly desperate they are--this is, plain and simply, a catastrophe waiting to happen.

[A breath.]

Anyway. What could you possibly have done to deserve revenge?

[He doesn't actually want to know the answer to that question, but an undeniable sense of curiosity compels him to ask it anyway.]

[He sighs heavily, feeling every year of his life hanging on him.]

Do I need to explain all the blood on my hands? Innocent blood? Or all the manipulations of my previous incarnation?

...I wouldn't know, not having been him yet.

[He has met him, though... he hadn't thought he was that bad, but then first impressions are never that accurate.]

Let's just say I'll take your word for it.

[And that is terribly depressing. Is his future really as bleak as all that? He doesn't really want to think about it, to be honest.]

Well, you had to expect all the things that have happened in our lives would catch up to us eventually. We've saved a lot of lives, certainly, but a lot of other innocent lives were lost in the process.

[He can't deny that, and to even try would be unfair to those lost along the way. Cassie, for example... and she's only the most recent one.

He's quiet a moment.]

Our intentions were always good. That's got to count for something.

[Though he can't help thinking about what they say about good intentions, so it's not exactly comforting.]

[Yes, he knows this saying well.]

Well-intentioned or not, the dead stay dead. We can have the noblest reasons, but they won't bring those people back.

No. No, they won't.

[He sighs, before clearing his throat a bit.]

Yes, well... I'll leave you to it, then.

[Because while Eight might have good reason, talking to him is just too depressing right now. Six already feels worse than he did when the conversation started, though he's not sure what to do about it.]

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