[ Kyle makes another soft sound like a laugh. It can be easy losing time listening to the Doctor muse about this or that, drawn to his frenetic energy rather than put off by it. Kyle thinks he's always been drawn to those who are passionate. Sometimes it makes him want to love what they love.
He takes the offered star in his open hand, tentatively touching it with the tip of his index finger. Energy crackles up along his knuckle before dissipating. He smiles again, though that too vanishes as the Doctor gives his thoughts. His gaze slips toward the sky, toward the direction of the Singularity - beyond sight at the moment, and back to the star floating in his palm ]
It needs us. [ That part he agrees. It needs their - his protection, for him to stand guard. He would like to see the stars, he would like to know this watch has an end, but this he keeps to himself. ]
What do you believe, Starman?
[ Out of all of these questions the Doctor posed just now, which did he believe? ]
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He takes the offered star in his open hand, tentatively touching it with the tip of his index finger. Energy crackles up along his knuckle before dissipating. He smiles again, though that too vanishes as the Doctor gives his thoughts. His gaze slips toward the sky, toward the direction of the Singularity - beyond sight at the moment, and back to the star floating in his palm ]
It needs us. [ That part he agrees. It needs their - his protection, for him to stand guard. He would like to see the stars, he would like to know this watch has an end, but this he keeps to himself. ]
What do you believe, Starman?
[ Out of all of these questions the Doctor posed just now, which did he believe? ]