tenth slay ❊ ⊰ voice ⊱ ❊ every single night the same arrangement

[stakes]

Anybody else ever wake up with a crazy headache and a whole yikesitude of shiny, new memories? 'Cause I just got mega-slammed with like a year and a half of my life. And I feel --... Different. I feel different. Stronger. And? Totally commandery. Army of Teenage Girls, ahoy.

Seriously, though -- do the Gods think it's funny to just randomly grasp at straws and shove stuff into our brains while we're sleeping? Thor, I'm talking to you. Is this your idea of fun?

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[beforethewar]

[He listens thoughtfully to her story, keeping the anger he has for whoever it was that set up this system to himself. Him raging about people who are probably long dead wouldn't do her any good.]

You are...quite a remarkable young woman, you know that?

[Her question gets a chuckle out of him. A sad one, but a chuckle nonetheless.]

Yes, it sounds like it, though you have that army of girls now, don't you?

And I'm afraid not. Regeneration is genetic. [He laughs a little.] No, I'm not an amoeba, or a worm. You don't cut me to pieces and make an army of me. We're all the same man, but not at the same time. When a Time Lord is mortally wounded, ill, or if our current body just gets too old, our cells renew themselves by changing completely.

A whole new body, a bit of an alteration in personality, but essentially the same man in here [He taps his head.] and in here [He then taps his chest twice, one on either side.]

[He grins at that turn of phrase.] Time always does.