[Koby laughs, but the sound is faint, strained, as is his expression when he glances up to meet the Doctor's eyes. He stands taller, more confident than he'd been when the two had first met, but there's so, so much of that anxious, overwhelmed, near-tears boy left somewhere inside the god.
Hands twisting together, giving off little sparks of stardust, Koby raises and lifts a shoulder, eyes skittering away again, before he forces them back.] I could -- hurt you. [It's said with some degree of embarrassment -- the Doctor was powerful when the two of them met, centuries ago. Whatever the gravity of what Koby's capable of, it's presumptuous to even think he could hurt someone so many, many ages older.
But still...] I'm not afraid of how it'll feel. Just -- who could get in the way, if I lose control. The damage.
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Hands twisting together, giving off little sparks of stardust, Koby raises and lifts a shoulder, eyes skittering away again, before he forces them back.] I could -- hurt you. [It's said with some degree of embarrassment -- the Doctor was powerful when the two of them met, centuries ago. Whatever the gravity of what Koby's capable of, it's presumptuous to even think he could hurt someone so many, many ages older.
But still...] I'm not afraid of how it'll feel. Just -- who could get in the way, if I lose control. The damage.