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[The Doctor is in a relatively good mood, and it may have something to do with the fact that he's got one of his companions with him. This companion is a fluffy black cat named Mortimer, who is currently lapping up a saucer of milk. The Doctor shakes his head as he watches him.]

Dunno how you can stand the stuff. All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Suppose it's a good thing we restocked the kitchen, though. 'Course, it's gonna have to be restocked every couple of weeks now that we've got so many mouths to feed. [He doesn't sound overly frustrated by this, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.] Remember when it was just you and me? Blimey, seems like forever ago... [he trails off, brooding for a moment. Then he turns his attention to Mortimer again, since the cat is demanding it by plopping down onto Nine's lap.]

Speaking of new companions, d'you think we ought to get another cat? Seems like you could use a feline friend, and maybe one who's mum won't try to claw me to death. No more domestics for me, thanks!

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[wryly] Do I ever like anything Omega says?

[sighs] Fair enough.

I...the first bit was that I wasn't fit to be a Time Lord. For letting Diva drink my blood, and for putting everyone at risk by trying to help her, instead of killing her like Omega thinks I ought to. But I can't, Dorothy. I've still got hope for her, even though she's done terrible things.

[listens patiently, and then furrows her brow in thought for a second]

Omega is a doorknob. You shouldn't feel bad for not killing somebody. If being a Time Lord makes you a soulless murdering racist sociopath like Omega seems to think it does, then I'm glad he doesn't think you're one. I'd much rather you be the Doctor.

But I'm the last, Dorothy. In my own timeline....I'm the last of the Time Lords. And if I'm not worthy, it means there's nobody left at all. When I realised that, I told him he might as well kill me again. 'Course, I didn't think he'd actually consider it...thankfully my alternate Fifth self stepped in before he got the chance.

[sigh] Do you really have that big of a death wish? You don't care whether you live or die? Because we do. Don't you care how it makes us feel, knowing you wouldn't even protect your life for our sakes? It hurts, Doctor.

[she plucks Mortimer out of Nine's lap and holds him in her own] Who cares what Omega thinks of you? He's an old bitter megalomaniac and he's got no right telling you what you should and shouldn't do. You've got important things to do with your life. Don't just let all that fall away because some tool says he doesn't like who you are. We need you.

[he smiles a bit at the last part, and shakes his head] I haven't got a death wish, Dorothy. I don't actually want to die again, and I made that clear to him.

The fact that he was serious about carrying out his threats just hurts me. He might be a bitter old megalomaniac, but he's still my Founder. And I thought he was the one Founder who was above that sort of thing. But maybe I'm wrong.

[tilting her head against his shoulder, like a little kid]

You've been wrong about people before, y'know. You oughta just trust me on this stuff, I'm a much better judge of character.

[stubbornly] I don't want to be wrong about him.

[reasonably] Well, you can't always get what you want.