[ The Doctor smirks and a puff of air escapes Kyle's lips, a small sound of amusement. But it's clear his focus is now fully on the world spinning within his palm. He takes a few steps closer, almost hesitant. ]
I think you might be right. [ About belonging to the stars. There's a softness to his tone, only in part due to his awe and fascination with the stars and galaxies shifting in the Doctor's hand.
Kyle remembers a very, very long time ago, watching the birth of a star. He remembers that it was the Doctor who showed him.
He could tell him this, and about the circular symbols etched into the top of a strange console. But it would only be infinitesimal pieces of a much larger whole, one that Kyle knows little about. He thinks of someone else too, who was happier not knowing these things he'd lost. So he keeps these small bits of memory to himself, for now. ]
It's the one place we can't reach. [ he says instead, still watching his open palm ] Why do you think?
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I think you might be right. [ About belonging to the stars. There's a softness to his tone, only in part due to his awe and fascination with the stars and galaxies shifting in the Doctor's hand.
Kyle remembers a very, very long time ago, watching the birth of a star. He remembers that it was the Doctor who showed him.
He could tell him this, and about the circular symbols etched into the top of a strange console. But it would only be infinitesimal pieces of a much larger whole, one that Kyle knows little about. He thinks of someone else too, who was happier not knowing these things he'd lost. So he keeps these small bits of memory to himself, for now. ]
It's the one place we can't reach. [ he says instead, still watching his open palm ] Why do you think?
[ The monolith, he thinks. ]