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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]

Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?

[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[smiles back] Except in clothing.

[sobers slightly, curious] Doctor? How might he be stopped? [and then] How might I help achieve that?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[faint pout] There is nothing wrong with my clothing.

[he looks back, and says flatly] Killing him. Over and over, until they can't bring him back anymore.

[a slight shudder] It's not - something I want to resort to.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[playfully] This regeneration.

[her playful tone all but evaporates] That ... is not anything I would think you'd suggest, true as it might be. [looks down] Nor is it anything I would want you to do, much as I might agree with the methodology. You are not a killer, Doctor. Not like that.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

...Hmm, well, I'll give you that.

[a dark, grim smile] It's not as much a suggestion as a resignation. I can't stop him permanently. Not unless I want to become a murderer.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Of course you will. [cheeky] I rather like getting things from you.

[purses her lips resolutely, then touches his cheek] That is not anything I want to happen. You are not a murderer. No matter the outcome of your choices, you are not a murderer. I won't allow it.