Type: Drabble, 100 words
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Summary: He was still relearning to care.
Author's Note: I'm not particularly good with drabbles, because my natural urge is to write long. But it's been long enough since I wrote anything, that I figured I'd try going outside my comfort zone. I wrote this in response to one of the Dr. Who challenge communities.
Disclaimer: I own no Whoniverse characters, and take no coin. They are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators.
“I’m alright. You get some sleep.”
He knew Clara knew he wouldn’t answer.
They’d lost today. A mission; a life.
Clara had apologized to the survivors because he was still relearning how to care. Her apologies were accepted, with banked resentment on the part of those they’d saved.
There were things he hated about regeneration, rejiggerings of his psyche. Losing empathy, even temporarily, angered him.
It’s part of the cycle he whispered to himself. Victories, defeats, things in-between.
This was why he’d tried to lose empathy, he supposed. He waited for Clara’s return so he could hug her.
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