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Everyone who died came back all wrong.

[ but that was just that weird world, right. okay, then. ]

[expect]

Like Whale, I suppose. ( he hadn't met anyone like that at the time, though. lucky him. )

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Yeah, and the Master Chief.

[ who scared the hell out of her. ]

[expect]

Sorry? ( he frowns. he hadn't heard about that one. maybe it's not surprising, since they're not exactly buddies, but… )

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He died, too. And threatened me.

[ he was bloody terrifying, too. ]

[expect]

Great. ( sounding a bit taken aback and worried — but he frowns just as fast, because if there is one thing that is not at all, ever, okay, it is amy being threatened or hurt. )

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's all right. He didn't even try to kill me. [ she can deal with being threatened a little better than she can with anyone actually trying to kill her. ]

[expect]

That doesn't make me feel a lot better. ( he crosses his arms. he knows that if she doesn't think it's a big deal, he shouldn't press it, but… )

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Better than Whale, yeah?

[expect]

Whale's different.

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How?

[expect]

Because he's — Whale. ( rory clearly can't find a word, but he tries, frowning. ) He apologised, to both of us, he's sort of — incredibly — pathetic but he isn't mean, he can be an arse but… ( wow rory you are doing an amazing job defending your friend here. he sighs, frustrated. )

He's harmless.

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Whale did more damage than Chief did. And Chief apologised, too.

[ what's your point? whale is more personable in a way, but — he's not harmless. wasn't, at least. ]

[expect]

Whale's not an arse. ( beat. ) Not, you know, on purpose.

( beat. ) It doesn't matter.

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[ they really don't need to fight about this, right? so all right, she'll let it go. ]

So he really, really killed the Doctor.

[ fuck. ]

[expect]

Really, really. ( he sighs heavily. ) The Doctor didn't mention it to you either?

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No.

[ and she's trying not to be bothered by that. this doctor doesn't remember being her best friend because it hasn't happened for him yet. ]

[expect]

He's… younger. ( trying to make an excuse for the doctor, feebly. he knows it's different with amy; she's closer to him. will be closer, one day. )

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I know. [ she gets it, it's just that her emotions aren't entirely rational or inclined to listen to reason. ]