She sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and made no move to touch him. Stared out at the infirmary wall, her own hands folded in her lap. She breathed out a soft sigh, carrying with it the pain she'd been going through for the last three months. She closed her eyes for a second, just feeling the peace of knowing he was alive, beside her, and himself again. Felt the relief that came with being human, with having a chance. She sent a silent prayer out, eyes flicking to the ceiling, asking for strength. Wisdom. Help, anything to help her deal with this the right way.
She loved him. She wasn't going to leave him, but at the same time... he had to know it wasn't okay. She couldn't just forgive him, snap her fingers and make everything be alright. That's not how it worked.
"Being human means learning to survive. Despite everything. With or without a god, with or without money, or family, or a clear course of action. You survive through all the pain, doubt, and confusion. And you have to suffer before you can understand it all. You have to ask for help, and beg for answers, and wonder what it's all for. You have to realize that you're completely, absolutely, totally lost. And then you look around and realize... it's alright.
So you're in the woods a million miles from home- so is everyone else. Because it doesn't matter. Because there's still happiness, despite the pain, and love, despite the loneliness, and there's still morality despite the confusion. You make mistakes, you make the wrong choice, you hurt people, and you get knocked flat on your arse, but you never, ever give up. That's the point. That's what you didn't understand. We're all just as lost, just as hurt as you are. You find strength, not in some divine power that makes promises, but in each other. Other people. We're so much stronger than anyone gives us credit for, but you know what? It isn't their fault. They don't know any better. Being a human doesn't just happen. It's a right of passage. It's an honor, that you earn through living. I said you'd make a brilliant human, and I meant it. I still do. You were wrong. And I don't forgive you, yet, but I still believe in you, and I'm not leaving you. Not for the Doctor, not for anybody."
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Date: 2012-01-21 09:43 am (UTC)She loved him. She wasn't going to leave him, but at the same time... he had to know it wasn't okay. She couldn't just forgive him, snap her fingers and make everything be alright. That's not how it worked.
"Being human means learning to survive. Despite everything. With or without a god, with or without money, or family, or a clear course of action. You survive through all the pain, doubt, and confusion. And you have to suffer before you can understand it all. You have to ask for help, and beg for answers, and wonder what it's all for. You have to realize that you're completely, absolutely, totally lost. And then you look around and realize... it's alright.
So you're in the woods a million miles from home- so is everyone else. Because it doesn't matter. Because there's still happiness, despite the pain, and love, despite the loneliness, and there's still morality despite the confusion. You make mistakes, you make the wrong choice, you hurt people, and you get knocked flat on your arse, but you never, ever give up. That's the point. That's what you didn't understand. We're all just as lost, just as hurt as you are. You find strength, not in some divine power that makes promises, but in each other. Other people. We're so much stronger than anyone gives us credit for, but you know what? It isn't their fault. They don't know any better. Being a human doesn't just happen. It's a right of passage. It's an honor, that you earn through living. I said you'd make a brilliant human, and I meant it. I still do. You were wrong. And I don't forgive you, yet, but I still believe in you, and I'm not leaving you. Not for the Doctor, not for anybody."