timey_wimey | [... virus'd :X]

So. It would seem we've got some sort of virus going around again. A mind-reading virus? Thought projection virus? Whatever it is, it's giving me a dreadful headache. It's just a tad annoying, wouldn't you say? I mean, I don't know about you, but quite frankly the idea of someone being able to read my mind is more than a little uncomfortable.

Typical, the one virus which is actually a bother and a nuisance for me to get hit by - not that any of the others weren't but this one is really taking the mickey - and I get hit by it. Not to mention that now I can hear all those other minds chatting away up here. How many must that be, a hundred? Two hundred? Feels like it at least. It's bad enough when they're on the edge of everything, now they're just there! In the thick of it!

... Aaaand this is not a good show of keeping my mind blank. Come on, Doctor, think. Or rather don't, actually. Blank thoughts. Blank blank blank.

So, what I mean to say is, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the TARDIS, trying to keep the old mind blank. So any world-threatening emergencies will just have to wait! Or not, as it happens. We'll see about that. - no, blank thoughts.

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... now I just sound like Setsuna.

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I've heard others talk about it, I think, but that's it.

... Right. Well, in that case, I can give you a quick plot summary. The interesting version, not the boring one they give you in schools. Blimey, if Will knew what education's done to his plays, he'd turn in his grave. Probably jump right out of it as well, knowing him.

Oh, maths troubles. Lots of people hate maths. That's normal though, I mean, I failed most of my exams. Including that piloting test, but it's so much better to learn out in the field. People can still see your thoughts, Setsuna.

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I've met Shakespeare, Setsuna. More than once, actually. He's a nice bloke.

Maths is that way for a lot of people. It was the TARDIS, actually. And it's just a bit different, she was designed for six. Not like one of those things. Although maybe it is for him, a little like my connection with the TARDIS. Like Tieria. Connection with what you're piloting with, like it's a living thing, it is a living thing. Talking through telepathy, a little like this --

~~... It's making me feel homesick.~~

I see.

Six? Why do you pilot it alone, then?

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I've always travelled on my own.

There's no one else. They're all gone in the war. It's just me now. Everyone burned, I can tell. Up here. There's no one left. The universe keeps on spinning and everyone dies, history is back in place. No no no no no I can't think about that, I can't, I just can't --

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I'm. Sorry.

It's not your fault. It happened a long time ago now. It was all my fault.

Oh.

It doesn't get any easier, does it?

... No.

Sorry. This isn't the sort of thing either of us wants to think about.

I agree.

Come on, Setsuna F. Seiei. We're better than this.

Yes, it is. Always there, when you shut your eyes and try to sleep. But you have to live beyond it. Life goes on, like it always does. You can't let the past destroy you.

Are you telling me to forget it?

Not to forget it, that's impossible, not to mention incredibly thick. But you have to learn from it, and live beyond it. There's too much life out there to be living in the past. Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it. Good saying, that. That sort of thing always ends badly anyway, it affects everyone. Just like -- no. No, I can't think that.

... Oh.

If everyone learned from wars than there wouldn't be any more.

... well now, that's no good. But if that's the case...

You know... if you wanted me to pop over, get ahold of some news for you, I'd be happy to.

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I'll speak to the others about it. Thank you.

It's my pleasure. There's no rush, anyway. They don't call it a time machine for nothing, you know!

To answer your questions, by the way, I want to get involved a, because you're my friends, and b, because I'd be curious in finding out what's going on as well. As for whether it would be safe, if I'd asked you a about a year ago if you would have believed in a vanishing wooden 1950s police box if someone had told you about one, would you have said yes?