No knives. Good to know. What about a bottle opener?
[Fortescue doesn't hesitate to answer, now that she's resigned herself to telling the Doctor the truth. It feels good, being able to tell the truth for once.]
He's not actually hurt. Believe me, I looked him over. But because I am, he thinks he is. If he were really injured, we would both have to be looked after. [And they have been.] ...He carries my soul around with him. Most of it, anyway. I've got a little bit left, and a tether between us, and that's our connection.
[It makes Jazz a very important familiar. He eyes the Doctor only a moment more before slinking up and, slowly, accepting a treat from the Doctor's hand. He picks it up and then takes a step back to eat it.]
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[Fortescue doesn't hesitate to answer, now that she's resigned herself to telling the Doctor the truth. It feels good, being able to tell the truth for once.]
He's not actually hurt. Believe me, I looked him over. But because I am, he thinks he is. If he were really injured, we would both have to be looked after. [And they have been.] ...He carries my soul around with him. Most of it, anyway. I've got a little bit left, and a tether between us, and that's our connection.
[It makes Jazz a very important familiar. He eyes the Doctor only a moment more before slinking up and, slowly, accepting a treat from the Doctor's hand. He picks it up and then takes a step back to eat it.]