She smiled as she watched him move to the window. It wasn't a malicious smile, but instead teasing and playful. Diva was glad to hear the anger since it was especially hard to inspire in him. It was a game that even she knew that many of the inmates played with Jeremiah, and she was glad to be a part of it.
But her teasing smile fell as he asked, though she knew it would come. Partially, she knew the answer. There was guilt, but something else, too. It was something deeper than guilt imprinted upon her by an especially moral human, but that was so much harder to admit to even herself. After all, it was like the Doctor said. There were people on the Plane that were willing enough to take care of her and to hide her away from her own world. Remus especially would have likely been glad to, she was almost sure, and she could have lived a life with him in a world full of magic and wonder. But she hadn't.
Diva tried to match his lightness in tone, but she couldn't manage quite the same level of indifference. "I probably shouldn't have, really. I'm sure that you'll still treat me awfully and refuse my existence just like sister, but...this is where I should be, isn't it?"
It was essentially a noncommittal and nonspecific answer, but there was so much more than that. Living alone, she felt just as abandoned and lost as she had the day that Sam left. Her leave being punctuated with a visit from a man who shared Sam's face but with danger that she couldn't understand had only made it worse. She knew, if he had asked, she would have done anything for the Master, just to hear the praise in his voice or to continue to see him. Ironically, it was because of Sam that the idea scared her at all.
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She smiled as she watched him move to the window. It wasn't a malicious smile, but instead teasing and playful. Diva was glad to hear the anger since it was especially hard to inspire in him. It was a game that even she knew that many of the inmates played with Jeremiah, and she was glad to be a part of it.
But her teasing smile fell as he asked, though she knew it would come. Partially, she knew the answer. There was guilt, but something else, too. It was something deeper than guilt imprinted upon her by an especially moral human, but that was so much harder to admit to even herself. After all, it was like the Doctor said. There were people on the Plane that were willing enough to take care of her and to hide her away from her own world. Remus especially would have likely been glad to, she was almost sure, and she could have lived a life with him in a world full of magic and wonder. But she hadn't.
Diva tried to match his lightness in tone, but she couldn't manage quite the same level of indifference. "I probably shouldn't have, really. I'm sure that you'll still treat me awfully and refuse my existence just like sister, but...this is where I should be, isn't it?"
It was essentially a noncommittal and nonspecific answer, but there was so much more than that. Living alone, she felt just as abandoned and lost as she had the day that Sam left. Her leave being punctuated with a visit from a man who shared Sam's face but with danger that she couldn't understand had only made it worse. She knew, if he had asked, she would have done anything for the Master, just to hear the praise in his voice or to continue to see him. Ironically, it was because of Sam that the idea scared her at all.