[ The Doctor pauses, sitting back on his heels with one hand occupied with a screwdriver, the other steadying his crouch against the flooring while he only vaguely keeps an ear out for the fighting around him. It hasn't stopped, of course, but he's been left alone for a moment. That's good.
He watches Andy then, watches the way the knife clatters to the ground, leaving her wound which isn't a wound at all anymore; he watches the way the blood suddenly seems to stop. Everything ... somehow undoes itself.
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[ The Doctor pauses, sitting back on his heels with one hand occupied with a screwdriver, the other steadying his crouch against the flooring while he only vaguely keeps an ear out for the fighting around him. It hasn't stopped, of course, but he's been left alone for a moment. That's good.
He watches Andy then, watches the way the knife clatters to the ground, leaving her wound which isn't a wound at all anymore; he watches the way the blood suddenly seems to stop. Everything ... somehow undoes itself.
Interesting. That's — definitely interesting. ]
What sort of human are you, anyway?