"Wait... what? Clara? Who is Clara? You were in the Moment... no, think I would have remembered that, actually."
The Hybrid? How could Rose know about the Hybrid? Had he ever mentioned that? Not sure. Spent so long trying not to think about those days it is all a bit of a blur, all running and snogging her when she wasn't her and cat nurses and cybermen. He couldn't honestly say any more. But no... none of this made sense, none of it could be real.
But what if it was... Oh... To be able to fix things so Rose was back with him, without messing up anything else and get Gallifrey back? Undo what he'd done? No, that was a double paradox at that point. Too much. He'd have to choose. One or the other. But he couldn't choose. Wouldn't choose.
Then a thought occurred to him. Bit of a thought. Not a good sort of thought, but the led in the belly sort of a thought. Had Rose known that when she chose? Did she choose the other him... to trade herself for Gallifrey? To take that choice from him? He wasn't sure if he should be angry at that or relieved or thankful or just sad.
The question came down to if this was really Rose, because he needed fish fingers and custard. Or.. Oh! "Yorkshire pudding!" No, he was not explaining the thought process that got to that.
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The Hybrid? How could Rose know about the Hybrid? Had he ever mentioned that? Not sure. Spent so long trying not to think about those days it is all a bit of a blur, all running and snogging her when she wasn't her and cat nurses and cybermen. He couldn't honestly say any more. But no... none of this made sense, none of it could be real.
But what if it was... Oh... To be able to fix things so Rose was back with him, without messing up anything else and get Gallifrey back? Undo what he'd done? No, that was a double paradox at that point. Too much. He'd have to choose. One or the other. But he couldn't choose. Wouldn't choose.
Then a thought occurred to him. Bit of a thought. Not a good sort of thought, but the led in the belly sort of a thought. Had Rose known that when she chose? Did she choose the other him... to trade herself for Gallifrey? To take that choice from him? He wasn't sure if he should be angry at that or relieved or thankful or just sad.
The question came down to if this was really Rose, because he needed fish fingers and custard. Or.. Oh! "Yorkshire pudding!" No, he was not explaining the thought process that got to that.