[He says it lightly, with a half teasing smile on his face. But he quickly shakes his head in reaction to the rest of it all.
Nothing?]
We aren't just bones, 'melda. We're memories; cherished thoughts you know? People don't remember nothing.
[He is still turned around though he does sit on a chair and looks out over the swamp.]
Me? I work. Either at Torchwood just delivering things that living people can't touch, or working with Profe on his shows. Sometimes I'll go stand in the plazas they have in Fayren and listen to the stories.
Re: 12/18 6pm
[He says it lightly, with a half teasing smile on his face. But he quickly shakes his head in reaction to the rest of it all.
Nothing?]
We aren't just bones, 'melda. We're memories; cherished thoughts you know? People don't remember nothing.
[He is still turned around though he does sit on a chair and looks out over the swamp.]
Me? I work. Either at Torchwood just delivering things that living people can't touch, or working with Profe on his shows. Sometimes I'll go stand in the plazas they have in Fayren and listen to the stories.