homeless

[failedhullabaloo]

Oh, so you finally come back to me? Swan off and leave me behind, but now suddenly you're all interested again. Because of what, some years-old story you read again last night? And you think I'll just go along with it?

Fine, but don't think I'll be going along with it if you decide a game'd be a lark, I've had quite enough of those, thank you.

It's not as if my Doctor's easy to find, anyway. The new ones are all skinny and wearin' suits and what-have-you, and it's downright weird.

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[failedhullabaloo]

[her face softens] I'm sorry. That must have been awful.

[abandonedone]

[He stays silent, but shifts uncomfortablely.]

They say I went too far. The fact that I maintain that what I did was right was probably a major factor in their decision.

[failedhullabaloo]

Still. It's your name.

[pauses] D'you mind if I pick something to call you? I can't very well go around calling you "that bloke who had his name taken away".

[abandonedone]

If it helps, the Mun has been calling me "John Hurt." Apparently I resemble him.

[failedhullabaloo]

S'pose you might, if I had any clue who that is. John then. I knew a John once, in a game. John Smith. [almost wistful] He was lovely.