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Well, wouldn't be the first time. Though, usually they end up being Autons or Weeping Angels.

I do not know what those are, but I can assure you, that is neither. That is a statue of my second son.

[He looks up at the statue and back at the woman.]

Why? Was he a king or something?

No... no he was never King. I made this simply because I miss him.

*She gestured around the room to the other statues as well. Each so lifelike they almost looked as though they would start walking around and conversing with one another at any moment.*

As I miss them all, my seven boys.

They're very... realistic. What are they made from?

[Because, well, Autons were very realistic as well. So, he has reason to be concerned.]

I have been told I have a talent for it, thank you.

*She smiled slightly, fondly touching the shoulder of one of the statues. One that was speaking with the one beside it that was identical. Twin statues.*

Marble. I am working on plans for one of my husband, but I cannot get the expression right. Nor can I decide upon the materials. He ought to be made of a different stone, I think.

Marble... but they can... speak?

[The Doctor is very confused right now.]

No. Not really, anyway. *And she's going to laugh at his confusion.*

They are stone, but they appear to speak, do they not? That is the point. I can convince myself they are really here, when the loneliness is too great. Do you not ever speak to someone who is not really there, just for the comfort of it?

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[Okay, another silly human.]

No.

That is a shame. They have been gone for thousands of years, and because of this, I can still hear their voices.

*Except she isn't human.*

[He's not either.]

You can't... just close your eyes? Hear their voices in your head?

I can, but the images help. These are my sons as I remember them, in happier times.

I've never understood people's desire to cling to the past....

[Tact? What's that?]

Tell me, do you have children?

Not any more.

[It was slightly clipped. Not rude just clearly not something he wants to talk about.]

And do you think of them? These children that are no more?

Sometimes.

[More he avoids thinking on them as much as possible.]

And is that not holding onto the past?

I don't dwell and I certainly don't talk to them. And I typically think of them in general like any of my people.

I am a sculptor, and so this is how I choose to remember them. If I were "dwelling" as you say, I would have faded long ago. But, my sons were precious to me, and are so still. They are far more precious than other people, and so I grieve them. If you cannot understand that, and think so little of your own children, then I pity you.

Pity me all you like. Don't presume that I do not mourn.

And do you? How is mourning the past not dwelling upon it?

Can you read a news report without dwelling on it?

I can. But I do not mourn over such messages. And you did not answer the question.

In answering my question, you have answered your own.

You speak much for someone who says very little. Are you always such a contradiction?

I prefer to say I'm inconsistent.

[Talking and not saying anything is a well-honed skill of his.]