Oh my gods, this is perfect. From your characterizations of the thirteen-year-old Them, to Eleven's take on Them, to your narrative prose in general, everything is just beautiful.
"I can," Adam said. Not proud, not boastful, just matter of fact, with a cold thread of steel running through it. "I can and I have to. You think you're so clever but you haven't worked it out, have you? People like us need people, in case we forget we are. People, I mean. Especially because we're not. We've got to use what we can do to help us pretend that we can't."
It was the winding nonsensical logic of a child much younger than Adam was; it was the winding nonsensical logic of a mind much older and cleverer and wilier than the Doctor could ever be.
"I need them," Adam said. "I need them or I'll go mad." And the shadows in his eyes could blot out suns.
There are no words for how much I love this. Perfect Adam, and also exactly why the Doctor needs a companion. I also love the ending!
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Date: 2011-12-08 01:19 pm (UTC)"I can," Adam said. Not proud, not boastful, just matter of fact, with a cold thread of steel running through it. "I can and I have to. You think you're so clever but you haven't worked it out, have you? People like us need people, in case we forget we are. People, I mean. Especially because we're not. We've got to use what we can do to help us pretend that we can't."
It was the winding nonsensical logic of a child much younger than Adam was; it was the winding nonsensical logic of a mind much older and cleverer and wilier than the Doctor could ever be.
"I need them," Adam said. "I need them or I'll go mad." And the shadows in his eyes could blot out suns.
There are no words for how much I love this. Perfect Adam, and also exactly why the Doctor needs a companion. I also love the ending!