[ The stars. On reflex, the Nomad's head tilts up to look at the sky overhead. It's day still, though he knows Mechapolis has an incredible view of the stars at night. There isn't much in the way of light pollution out here; only the little bit that the automatons need.
But he knows that can't be what the Doctor means. Traveling beyond this planet appears to be impossible for them.
From what he knows, a good number of the other gods seem to have a piece of the night sky with them. The Doctor isn't the only one, but the way he speaks of the stars is so effusive, like he really is a part of the cosmos. ]
You don't have to twist my arm, Doctor. I'll come.
[ He has no reason to deny the Doctor. He didn't come here for any express purpose, so he can leave whenever he wants. He takes a few steps closer, his movements uncanny if only because a statue shouldn't move at all. ]
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But he knows that can't be what the Doctor means. Traveling beyond this planet appears to be impossible for them.
From what he knows, a good number of the other gods seem to have a piece of the night sky with them. The Doctor isn't the only one, but the way he speaks of the stars is so effusive, like he really is a part of the cosmos. ]
You don't have to twist my arm, Doctor. I'll come.
[ He has no reason to deny the Doctor. He didn't come here for any express purpose, so he can leave whenever he wants. He takes a few steps closer, his movements uncanny if only because a statue shouldn't move at all. ]
Lead the way.