[ The Doctor keeps going. He runs and he runs until he can’t hear the sounds of the cries and shouts and wailing, the slap of feet chasing after them in an attempt to overwhelm. He keeps a hold on Clara’s hand and steers her forward until they’ve made enough headway that the sounds have faded, and they've wound around the city so many loops that it’d be impossible to follow them.
Only when they’ve entered an isolated part of the city — close enough to the main square that they might be able to use it as a means of escape, a means of defense, or a means to call for help — does the Doctor stop. He turns to face Clara, somewhat abruptly (sorry, Clara), and lets go of her hand to lean in and take her face in both of his hands. He meets her eyes, and checks for any scrapes or scratches or bruises or any other signs of harm, and he studies her expression to look for the fear and any other possible signs of distress.
Give him a reason to go back there and show those people just what it means to cross the Doctor — but no. No, it isn’t their fault. Ultimately it isn’t anyone’s fault. Sedorum simply turns desperate souls more desperate. ]
You’re all right now. [ He can still hear the sound of her sobbing his name over the comms. He moves in to press a quick kiss to her forehead before he pulls back and lets his hands drop back to their sides. ] You’re all right.
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Only when they’ve entered an isolated part of the city — close enough to the main square that they might be able to use it as a means of escape, a means of defense, or a means to call for help — does the Doctor stop. He turns to face Clara, somewhat abruptly (sorry, Clara), and lets go of her hand to lean in and take her face in both of his hands. He meets her eyes, and checks for any scrapes or scratches or bruises or any other signs of harm, and he studies her expression to look for the fear and any other possible signs of distress.
Give him a reason to go back there and show those people just what it means to cross the Doctor — but no. No, it isn’t their fault. Ultimately it isn’t anyone’s fault. Sedorum simply turns desperate souls more desperate. ]
You’re all right now. [ He can still hear the sound of her sobbing his name over the comms. He moves in to press a quick kiss to her forehead before he pulls back and lets his hands drop back to their sides. ] You’re all right.