He watched her, the crisis dissipating and and vague doubt beginning to creep in and take its place. He shouldn't care whether she lived or died; companions were expendable and easily replaced, should he care to have one. Being alone was a preferable condition to the liability of partnership, which would inevitably betray him, foul something up, get underfoot. Even given his extended history with Lucy, he'd been able to discard her at will when necessary. Why this one was so different...
He scowled as Rose looked back at him, as if she had access to his thoughts. "Oh, don't make cow eyes at me," he snapped, "Or I will leave you to die."
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Date: 2009-10-24 02:02 am (UTC)He scowled as Rose looked back at him, as if she had access to his thoughts. "Oh, don't make cow eyes at me," he snapped, "Or I will leave you to die."