Another reply shot by Amy Pond. Bang. She does feel like she should take a step back, giving herself space to actually think. There have been moments where she wasn't quite sure who she was looking at. An image of her supposed Doctor, struck with the terror of emotion and anger. Someone like the Doctor can hate and she can clearly see this as something else. Just their very first adventure and she was almost sent home, like a child. She stayed clever, bearing with that face until it ended with an embrace.
Gotcha.
But she doesn't take it back, giving him a weary glance, weary of the reason why he needs to even ask.
"Never you."
Feared time, but never you.
Every other vicious being has to fear him, but she will fear time. The little Amelia Pond who waited for him, sitting on her suitcase and just waiting to be scooped up. Something he can't control at times, it's forgiven. Time can be so cruel, wondrous, and so painful. She leaves all of this curled into her head, like a hushed secret. A very obvious secret, it might as well not be one although she's not quite there—Room 7. Amy Pond never reached that point.
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Another reply shot by Amy Pond. Bang. She does feel like she should take a step back, giving herself space to actually think. There have been moments where she wasn't quite sure who she was looking at. An image of her supposed Doctor, struck with the terror of emotion and anger. Someone like the Doctor can hate and she can clearly see this as something else. Just their very first adventure and she was almost sent home, like a child. She stayed clever, bearing with that face until it ended with an embrace.
Gotcha.
But she doesn't take it back, giving him a weary glance, weary of the reason why he needs to even ask.
"Never you."
Feared time, but never you.
Every other vicious being has to fear him, but she will fear time. The little Amelia Pond who waited for him, sitting on her suitcase and just waiting to be scooped up. Something he can't control at times, it's forgiven. Time can be so cruel, wondrous, and so painful. She leaves all of this curled into her head, like a hushed secret. A very obvious secret, it might as well not be one although she's not quite there—Room 7. Amy Pond never reached that point.