I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here. Rose, you’ve got to stop this, you’ve got to stop this now! You’ve got the entire vortex running through your head. You’re gonna burn! I want you safe, my Doctor. Protected from the false god.
It isn’t utility that’s behind his investment in me, nor necessity, nor dependency. This much is clear to me now.. I have earned his respect. I have earned his trust. I have his true friendship. And so he’s going to have mine. And as long as that is true, I cannot imagine what is possible.
[..] “Better now?” he asked afterward. I did not answer but lifted my face to his and kissed him again, almost savagely, not because I was filled with passion or even because his kiss still lacked the zeal I was looking for, but because I was not so sure our kiss convinced me of anything about myself.[..]