[Those words wash over her and settle deep in her heart. She's visibly, emotionally moved by her husband's words. She accepted her life as it is a long time ago, but the truth is, she's never properly fit in anywhere. Conceived on a time machine, born on an asteroid in the wrong century, and then there are those days when she runs with the Doctor but she has to keep mum on things that haven't happened for im yet. She's had the luxury of three different faces due to regeneration, she was a natural TARDIS pilot, and she understood extremely complex temporal physics.
But was it enough? Was she enough of a Time Lord? She'd always wondered what Gallifrey would view her as. But then she'd away those thoughts, taking comfort in the fact that the only one whose eyes she cared about were The Doctor's.]
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But was it enough? Was she enough of a Time Lord? She'd always wondered what Gallifrey would view her as. But then she'd away those thoughts, taking comfort in the fact that the only one whose eyes she cared about were The Doctor's.]
How beautiful? Tell me.