That was lovely you know, if lovely is the word? It doesn't seem right to call it lovely when the actual story was so harsh, but then, I am tired, and a lot of things go wibbly when I need sleep. I was *this* close to crying at a few points, at:
"She knows the Doctor would disapprove, were he here, would probably side with Varstad, but the Doctor is an idealist; he has never had to direct a War, and she hopes that he never will."
When Romana is thinking about Leela and Andred
And quite a bit towards the end.
There are some glorious insights into human (Time lord?) nature in this, and I think I'll be coming back to read it again in the future. There fearful symmetry of the two paths had me shaking in my boots. I appreciated the pause for humour in the middle of it: "Such a heavy-handed attempt to cow the visitor with sheer scale; quite adolescent, she considers; Rassilon, or whoever really built this place, must have been overcompensating for something." Made me lol.
Yes, and the glimpse of Morbius, who you keep saying that you're going to write fic on.
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"She knows the Doctor would disapprove, were he here, would probably side with Varstad, but the Doctor is an idealist; he has never had to direct a War, and she hopes that he never will."
When Romana is thinking about Leela and Andred
And quite a bit towards the end.
There are some glorious insights into human (Time lord?) nature in this, and I think I'll be coming back to read it again in the future. There fearful symmetry of the two paths had me shaking in my boots. I appreciated the pause for humour in the middle of it: "Such a heavy-handed attempt to cow the visitor with sheer scale; quite adolescent, she considers; Rassilon, or whoever really built this place, must have been overcompensating for something." Made me lol.
Yes, and the glimpse of Morbius, who you keep saying that you're going to write fic on.