On voice testing and muse unhappiness

[tragic_optimist]

So, you think yourself quite clever, don't you...what did you wish to call yourself? Mun? Mundane?

Whatever your moniker might be, I don't find it or the moniker you've stuck upon me amusing in the least. I am in mourning, in anger at what has happened to me. I have lost my best friend and my great grandson within recent memory. Their loses are fresh and raw wounds on my psyche, and now there are rumblings of war with their murderers by my own people. They can rot for all I care. Susan is the only one of out kind I would have needed, and with Earth the mess it is and the...the loss of Alex is quite the strain on her already. I cannot ask her, no matter how much I actually need companionship, to give up her time and be a compass for me at this point. Nor do I need a dense fool of a human like you to pretend to be me.

You don't understand my pain.

You never will understand it and I demand you leave me be.

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[theendiswherewestartfrom]

"Sorry to disappoint you, but, seeing you like this actually explains a lot. We knew there was something you were carrying with you, but, none of us were ever going to push the issue."

[A long pause, and he looks this Doctor over.]

"Would you really want to be removed from it? If you forget, who else will remember? There is so much of history that only we've seen, no one else would know it ever happened. Our memories are the only proof."

[tragic_optimist]

I wouldn't say that I would wish to be removed from the web of time. It's more that my mundane plucked me from my timeline at...well, at a rather vulnerable point.

And, well, I don't know if it's a relief or a curse to know that it is still with me. But I don't wish to forget neither my great grandson nor one of my best friends.