Nine hundred years. [ The Doctor repeats. ] And oh, I felt those last years of it, too. Bald and very wrinkled and not half as good as you look now, I assure you.
[ The Doctor's mouth twists into a teasing smile. ]
The reset was — nice. Helpful. [ He sighs then. ] I don't know if I was ready to go or not. [ There is a difference between being ready and being resigned to it. ] We never really are though, are we?
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[ The Doctor's mouth twists into a teasing smile. ]
The reset was — nice. Helpful. [ He sighs then. ] I don't know if I was ready to go or not. [ There is a difference between being ready and being resigned to it. ] We never really are though, are we?