"All my life, in fact." Lives might be more accurate. And — nearly all! But that counts, so the Doctor says. When you've lived as long as he has, all gets a bit muddled, in any case. As Urianger speaks of the edge of the universe, the Doctor can't help being reminded of a recent conversation with someone else about the edge of the universe. Granted, he's met so many here already from converging universes, perhaps it's only that, yet it's a particular turn of phrase.
The flicker of something decidedly other in Urianger's expression draws the Doctor's focus closer. There's so much that he doesn't appear to notice at times, when in fact, he notices more than he might sometimes let on. And though he has no compulsion to keep himself from asking more about the shifting in his eyes, he also feels no need to ask immediately. He'll wait a moment more until they've settled.
"Oh, look at this, look at this," his voice rises slightly in an excited tone, doing a briefly quick spin around the room with his arms up in the air. That won't satisfy him, though, no, he wants to explore and so he ventures closer to a few shelves. Just to start! Observing, scanning, taking it all in. He does, however, answer over his shoulder, "This is me making myself comfortable, by the way. Promise. There's so much to take in, I won't miss a single bit of it." He grins, looks back at the shelves, catches himself again when he takes notice he's overlooked answering a question. "Travel! Yes, good question. My ship, she's a time and space ship. Beautiful blue box, absolute magic, my old girl. We travel mostly by phasing in and out of one place and another. We could be standing here, for instance, and dematerialise in this moment only to reappear in another, perhaps a hundred years ago on another planet entirely. You mentioned the edge of the universe — Ultima Thule, is it? I spoke with someone recently who referred to it as such. Thancred, you know him?"
His words come quickly, excitedly, leaping from one topic to the next. Any moment now, he'll slow down. Probably.
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The flicker of something decidedly other in Urianger's expression draws the Doctor's focus closer. There's so much that he doesn't appear to notice at times, when in fact, he notices more than he might sometimes let on. And though he has no compulsion to keep himself from asking more about the shifting in his eyes, he also feels no need to ask immediately. He'll wait a moment more until they've settled.
"Oh, look at this, look at this," his voice rises slightly in an excited tone, doing a briefly quick spin around the room with his arms up in the air. That won't satisfy him, though, no, he wants to explore and so he ventures closer to a few shelves. Just to start! Observing, scanning, taking it all in. He does, however, answer over his shoulder, "This is me making myself comfortable, by the way. Promise. There's so much to take in, I won't miss a single bit of it." He grins, looks back at the shelves, catches himself again when he takes notice he's overlooked answering a question. "Travel! Yes, good question. My ship, she's a time and space ship. Beautiful blue box, absolute magic, my old girl. We travel mostly by phasing in and out of one place and another. We could be standing here, for instance, and dematerialise in this moment only to reappear in another, perhaps a hundred years ago on another planet entirely. You mentioned the edge of the universe — Ultima Thule, is it? I spoke with someone recently who referred to it as such. Thancred, you know him?"
His words come quickly, excitedly, leaping from one topic to the next. Any moment now, he'll slow down. Probably.