[ Claire's heart warms; she feels such a pull to the Doctor in a way she felt toward her uncle: yearning to be in the space of someone who truly wants to watch her learn, someone who listens to what she's saying and helps her form ideas and opinions, and at the end of the day, someone who checks in, calls, or in this case reaches out in her mind, just because he's a bit worried. There will never be an age where she doesn't long for a paternal connection of her own, and she feels it so easily with the Doctor. ]
[ She knows she survived because a decade later she marries Lord John, so she feels comfortable with her words. They may not be as reassuring as she's hoping, though. ]
[ Likewise, of course, the Doctor feels pulled to Claire. He might not have worked out the specific reasons why, exactly, but that call to her is unmistakable and palpable, a feeling and a need to guide her, watch over her from afar. She's more than capable, he knows that, it's just that he feels protective of her. ]
[ Here, Claire pauses. In the time she's been in Abraxas, she has tried not to think about Geillis. The woman who, with no way of knowing she'd live, sacrificed herself for Claire. The woman who kidnapped Ian. The woman Claire murdered and whose bones she examined two hundred years later. There's a significant pause before she sends anything else through to be read. ]
[ And she skips right over all of it because it wasn't a good time. However, if anyone was going to prod, the Doctor would be the most likely to receive answers. ]
[ It is, of course, quite the adventure to live through, and Claire's more than had her fair share, from other things she's told him. It never ceases to amaze him (and, at times, trouble him), the things that humans can go through in their relatively short lives. But it's also a reminder of why it's been so naturally easy to connect with Claire — she's seen and done so much, and she carries on raising hell, as she says.
On the other end of the psychic interface, the Doctor smiles faintly. ]
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𝑂ℎ, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠; 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑢𝑛𝑛?
[ She knows she survived because a decade later she marries Lord John, so she feels comfortable with her words. They may not be as reassuring as she's hoping, though. ]
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𝙾𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕!
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[ Here, Claire pauses. In the time she's been in Abraxas, she has tried not to think about Geillis. The woman who, with no way of knowing she'd live, sacrificed herself for Claire. The woman who kidnapped Ian. The woman Claire murdered and whose bones she examined two hundred years later. There's a significant pause before she sends anything else through to be read. ]
𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
[ And she skips right over all of it because it wasn't a good time. However, if anyone was going to prod, the Doctor would be the most likely to receive answers. ]
𝐼𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙.
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[ It is, of course, quite the adventure to live through, and Claire's more than had her fair share, from other things she's told him. It never ceases to amaze him (and, at times, trouble him), the things that humans can go through in their relatively short lives. But it's also a reminder of why it's been so naturally easy to connect with Claire — she's seen and done so much, and she carries on raising hell, as she says.
On the other end of the psychic interface, the Doctor smiles faintly. ]
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎.
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[ She smiles to herself and wishes things didn't seem to be getting worse with the weather. ]
𝑀𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.