[It's stirring, that's impossible to deny. He stares at the Doctor, bereft for a moment, then pulls away his hand despite his every instinct to hold on, to drag the Doctor alongside him. There's as much of a chance of that of the Doctor changing him.]
Wild hopes as ever, Doctor. Do you think you can change me? Could I change you?
[A smile crosses his face. It's not a happy one. He's not happy with himself. He's failing. He always fails at the only thing that matters. Then he speaks, with sarcasm lacing the words:]
Re: Blueberries
Wild hopes as ever, Doctor. Do you think you can change me? Could I change you?
[A smile crosses his face. It's not a happy one. He's not happy with himself. He's failing. He always fails at the only thing that matters. Then he speaks, with sarcasm lacing the words:]
What am I, without this?