but not the doctor

I love how this Team TARDIS works together, each of them in their own roles, doing what they do best. The Doctor is the Rebel Time Lord, not concerned with rules or oaths but with adventure and morality, Nardole is the hapless stickler for rules who would much rather be doing something inconsequential far away from any trouble, and Bill is the bright, young, curious companion who is eager to learn and explore and yet willing to be the Doctor’s compass when he needs it.

4

“Goodness is not goodness that seeks advantage. Good is good in the final hour, in the deepest pit without hope, without witness, without reward. Virtue is only virtue in extremis. This is what he believes, and this is the reason, above all, I love him.”

[Gifset: 1 - The Veritas in the Haereticum. 2 - Bill Pott’s hand dissolving into pixels, revealing the truth about her world. 3 - The Doctor reminding himself of another truth, of virtue in extremis. 4 - River Song’s diary in the Library. The words “So what is the title?” - “Literally ‘the truth’ “ are written across the two library images.]

Bill after meeting Missy:

Bill: Is she your girlfriend?

12: No

Bill: Can she be my girlfriend?

12: You assume just because I keep her locked in a vault and visit her every night that she’s my girlfriend - wait, your girlfriend? No. Absolutely not. She cannot be your girlfriend.

Bill: Because she’s your girlfriend?

12: Because she’s my… it’s complicated.

Bill: Isn’t it always

7

Doctor Who––Series 5, Episode 10: “Vincent and the Doctor”

“Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?”
“Well… um… big question. But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”

3

Okay, Bill, Miss Potts. I am the only person you have ever met, or ever will meet, who is officially licensed to kick the Doctor’s arse. I will happily do the same to you, in the event that you do not align yourself with any instructions I have issued which I personally judge to be in the best interests of your safety and survival. Okay, Bill? Good-oh!