I'm coming to you now — [ He hears her, knows how it hurts to admit that what good she does can never be enough, but he doesn't respond to that. Not directly. They can talk about it later once they have the time (and a little breathing space), but right now he worries that the situation very well might escalate. They could really hurt her, and he won't let that happen. ] — I'm on my way. Just run, Clara. Run!
[ And oh, doesn't this truly make Sedorum the sort of place that good, devout Givanians would tell their children of? To warn them against doing bad deeds and to save every last penny they make if only to avoid being sent to a place like this?
The Doctor, feeling his lungs sharp and painful in his chest, pushes onwards until he can hear Clara's cries past their comms, and along with that: the shouts of souls moaning for more. She's close. He flings his arm up towards the sky, his sonic screwdriver set at its highest frequency and enough to send all of the poor and unfortunate souls scattering — they cover their ears or otherwise whatever receptacles they have for hearing, distracted now in their agony from reaching forward to tear at whatever's left of Clara. ]
Clara! [ He desperately looks for any sign of her, his sonic screwdriver a small beacon of bright green light for her to find and follow. ] Clara!
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[ And oh, doesn't this truly make Sedorum the sort of place that good, devout Givanians would tell their children of? To warn them against doing bad deeds and to save every last penny they make if only to avoid being sent to a place like this?
The Doctor, feeling his lungs sharp and painful in his chest, pushes onwards until he can hear Clara's cries past their comms, and along with that: the shouts of souls moaning for more. She's close. He flings his arm up towards the sky, his sonic screwdriver set at its highest frequency and enough to send all of the poor and unfortunate souls scattering — they cover their ears or otherwise whatever receptacles they have for hearing, distracted now in their agony from reaching forward to tear at whatever's left of Clara. ]
Clara! [ He desperately looks for any sign of her, his sonic screwdriver a small beacon of bright green light for her to find and follow. ] Clara!