not the only one who's lonely

She's lonely too. It's not just him. She's used to the familiar throb of the Eye of Harmony, the whisper of the Matrix; even the brief, edgy, thrilling communications with the TARDISes of hunters or of other renegades.

Her slow rhythms sing in his brain, resonate in his blood, and he wishes that he could promise her a future, but he knows that she has just as much hope of finding another of her kind as he does one of his own. And yet she does hope.

Together they should be less solitary, but instead they are twice as lonely.

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