Oh. [ The Doctor shakes his head, expression deepening a little. He isn't offended, of course not, but Rosi's question is a fair one and it deserves a serious answer.
Well, as serious as the Doctor's able to respond anyway.
He straightens. ]
Every moment in time is significant. Every day and every month, and every second. Yes, I can and do travel back and forward in time, and this might just be the longest I've ever gone through it the normal way but. But! None of it, not one single minute, has ever been ridiculous. I treasure all of it because none of it is ever the same.
[It's so nearly impossible to imagine what that's like, but then, isn't that expected? He's only human, and he's only ever conceived of time going in one direction before this place. Trying to picture it from a perspective where each point in time exists not in an ever-growing direction but as individual circumstances, all of them distinct, makes his head hurt.
Whether the Doctor's being honest about his appreciation for them all, Rosinante isn't sure. But it sounds nice, and so for now he'll leave it at that.]
All right. I... Thanks. That's... I'm glad.
[He's silent for a moment. And he hopes it's a true sentiment. All of human history, all of so many worlds, makes it too easy to think that maybe nothing he does is significant in the long run. And while one part of his mind says that's fine, why should he be important? The other truly wants to know that none of his sacrifices were meaningless.
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Well, as serious as the Doctor's able to respond anyway.
He straightens. ]
Every moment in time is significant. Every day and every month, and every second. Yes, I can and do travel back and forward in time, and this might just be the longest I've ever gone through it the normal way but. But! None of it, not one single minute, has ever been ridiculous. I treasure all of it because none of it is ever the same.
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Whether the Doctor's being honest about his appreciation for them all, Rosinante isn't sure. But it sounds nice, and so for now he'll leave it at that.]
All right. I... Thanks. That's... I'm glad.
[He's silent for a moment. And he hopes it's a true sentiment. All of human history, all of so many worlds, makes it too easy to think that maybe nothing he does is significant in the long run. And while one part of his mind says that's fine, why should he be important? The other truly wants to know that none of his sacrifices were meaningless.
He takes a step back toward the door.]