Scaramouche wholeheartedly believes that whatever his world was, has stopped to exist completely. All there is left is absolutely nothing and at this point he feels so hollow that even his own thoughts echo inside his head.
"Or must I remind you of the fact that all the damage done to my body is your doing?"
But he doesn't turn when she touches his back.
"Heh. You cannot repair me." The Doctor could. In fact, the Doctor could pull him apart limb by limb and assemble him anew right after. "What would you do about all these cracks? Or the damage done to my joints?"
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Scaramouche wholeheartedly believes that whatever his world was, has stopped to exist completely. All there is left is absolutely nothing and at this point he feels so hollow that even his own thoughts echo inside his head.
"Or must I remind you of the fact that all the damage done to my body is your doing?"
But he doesn't turn when she touches his back.
"Heh. You cannot repair me." The Doctor could. In fact, the Doctor could pull him apart limb by limb and assemble him anew right after. "What would you do about all these cracks? Or the damage done to my joints?"