It's still so sad, Rose thinks, just like she had at Cassandra's first death. Maybe it's because she'd had her inside her head, felt that desperate will to survive, to live again. To feel something again with hands instead of just nerve endings. She couldn't help but sympathize, as horrid as Cassandra was.
The TARDIS lands again and the Doctor steps out ahead of them. Rose and Cassandra, in the body of Chip, follow after. It's that party, the one Ros e had caught a glimpse of on that recording. Cassandra, the real, human Cassandra was there, and there was something bright and glittering and brilliant about this one that made Rose hurt for her just a little bit more.
"Thank you," Cassandra says, in Chip's voice.
The Doctor tells her to go, and Rose wishes her luck.
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Date: 2006-10-29 04:12 pm (UTC)The TARDIS lands again and the Doctor steps out ahead of them. Rose and Cassandra, in the body of Chip, follow after. It's that party, the one Ros e had caught a glimpse of on that recording. Cassandra, the real, human Cassandra was there, and there was something bright and glittering and brilliant about this one that made Rose hurt for her just a little bit more.
"Thank you," Cassandra says, in Chip's voice.
The Doctor tells her to go, and Rose wishes her luck.
She genuinely means it.