[ It's true that the only other god that the Nomad excepts to be here with any regularity is the Machinist, and so there's a brief moment of surprise, not that it can be made out on his quite literally stony expression as he turns toward the Doctor. Or the Starman, as he's also known — he shimmers with starlight, even on a bright day like this where the night sky is a distant thought.
In truth, the Doctor can sometimes be too much, an unending font of excitable energy, but the Nomad doesn't mind in this moment. Surrounded by the automatons, who are maybe a little too much like him, it's good to have something to balance that out.
And... there's the chatter. The Nomad gives a small nod as he glances back to watch the automatons at work. Day in, day out, no change at all, there's maybe something unsettling about it — and yet the Doctor turns that into a positive. ]
A constant. If they're well-maintained, anyway.
[ These all look to be in a decent shape, though. The god who lives here takes good care of them. ]
In theory, they should never die. [ Not like the mortals, whose lifespans are so ephemeral. It's a small comfort to immortal beings like them, isn't it? ]
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In truth, the Doctor can sometimes be too much, an unending font of excitable energy, but the Nomad doesn't mind in this moment. Surrounded by the automatons, who are maybe a little too much like him, it's good to have something to balance that out.
And... there's the chatter. The Nomad gives a small nod as he glances back to watch the automatons at work. Day in, day out, no change at all, there's maybe something unsettling about it — and yet the Doctor turns that into a positive. ]
A constant. If they're well-maintained, anyway.
[ These all look to be in a decent shape, though. The god who lives here takes good care of them. ]
In theory, they should never die. [ Not like the mortals, whose lifespans are so ephemeral. It's a small comfort to immortal beings like them, isn't it? ]