Do I lose my charming wit when I regenerate, too? *tuts sarcastically*
Ooo, resurrection, nasty business. They never come back right, do they? Well, guess you'd know firsthand, wouldn't you. You'd think people would know better than to muck about with that, but nope, everyone's gotta live forever.
So, here's what I know, as me, right here and now, and not as a suited prettyboy twig: you aren't supposed to be around. But, you bein' you, I'm not really surprised to see you. I'm also not gonna beg you for anything.
I know what and who you are, all right? I can feel it. *taps his temple* You should be dead along with all the rest, and I should be here, livin' out the rest of my lives in silence, just trying to fill that void, because that's what I'm supposed to do.
And now you're here, and so am I, and tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?
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Ooo, resurrection, nasty business. They never come back right, do they? Well, guess you'd know firsthand, wouldn't you. You'd think people would know better than to muck about with that, but nope, everyone's gotta live forever.
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And someday you'll be begging me to stick around, Doctor, so . . .
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And now you're here, and so am I, and tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?
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