Sometimes that's harder to remember than other times.
River tries a smile. It's wobbly, and teary, and twists and trembles away from her. But it's something like a smile, because -- even here, even now -- the Lady can get one.
"Always do."
"Ontological."
Everything in this room looks insubstantial next to a face white as starlight and eyes black as space.
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Sometimes that's harder to remember than other times.
River tries a smile. It's wobbly, and teary, and twists and trembles away from her. But it's something like a smile, because -- even here, even now -- the Lady can get one.
"Always do."
"Ontological."
Everything in this room looks insubstantial next to a face white as starlight and eyes black as space.